I am a Facade

Sat, 10/31/2015 - 12:49 -- tcast23

One of the questions I hate the most is

"Describe yourself"

"Who are you"

Because I don't know what to tell you

 

Which mask should I put on for you

The crazy, fun one who laughs too loud

The professional, intelligent one

Or the violent, biting, sarcastic, heartless one with a swagger so fake it's almost real

Maybe I should paint on my saccharine smile if that helps

 

Am I the person I see myself as

Or the person I wish to be

Or am I nothing but what people think I am

Nothing but the characters I play

 

I am so many complex things

With so many layers

So many paradoxes

So many masks and facades

That I'm starting to doubt that I'm real

 

Maybe I am a two dimensional paper doll who desperately romanticizes herself

In hopes of being something more

 

Because if it's all a facade

If I don't show people "the real me"

Does the real me even exist

Is there even an honest answer to "Who am I?"

This poem is about: 
Me

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