Masks

It's funny,

the way we wear them.

Other people see them as you,

your face,

but when you wear them

you know they aren't.

You have a lot of them,

all of them covering or showing

a different fragment of you, 

but you don't even know

what's actually you anymore

because you've become one of them.

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