The Mask

I wear a mask

That constantly changes

Depending on the person

It rearranges

It makes me religious

While speaking to the pastor

It makes me peppy

When talking to the chearleader

It makes me a stoner

When talking to a pothead

It makes me polite

When talking to the adult

It makes me look evil

When talking to the enemy

The mask hides my face

So no one knows me

They know the person

They like the most

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