A Different Version

A version of myself.

Entirely different from the one that I expose

Kept flawlessly preserved behind a mask

A mask that not only covers my face,

But stitches my lips into place.

Not a sound of remorse comes quivering out

And my eyes give out no question in mind.

Only at home when my face is scrubbed clean

My lips begin to loosen

With a pen in hand,

My words begin to glide across the page

Almost as if a new person has taken over

Someone different from what others see

One with creativity too afraid to set free.

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