The Masks


There is one face that I wake up with…

One face that I hurriedly glance at in the mirror each morning…

Some see a chirpy me, some see a grumpy me..

Some get the polite me, some get the too rude to act normal me..

Some get the talkative version of me, some get the silent treatment..

I feel kindness being trodden by anger, I feel anger being calmed by kindness..

I feel a burn within but I see a smile come up on my face..

I have different versions out there.. All are me and all are as removed from me as I wish them to be.

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