Poem (Phonies and Jane)

"Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's phony. I could puke every time I hear it."
A lot of things are phony
Everyone is a phony
I am a phony
I talk like an adult but I'm just a teenager
I buy drinks and call up hookers
Even though I end up not doing anything with her
I act like something I'm not
I just can't realize that everyone including me is a phony
What is a phony?
Do I even know what it means?
If I do, why can't I understand that I am a phony
Maybe I don't know what it means
Maybe I am just being complicated
Why am I calling up hookers when all I want is Jane?
Jane is good looking
Jane is a good listener
Jane understands me and gets me
If Jane was by my side, would everything be alright?
Would I start being myself?
I want Jane
I need Jane