Mr. Cellophane

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Read my Mind, Read my Face,

It is possible to replace,

Sad, Happy, Fake, Depressed,

It is all there to impress,

Day in and Day out,

A beat isn't missed without a doubt,

With each clique I blend,

My personality will attend,

Like a person with Dissociative Identity Disorder,

Each of me files in order,

The real me is hiding,

As every unknown entity is colliding,

Behind all these other embodiments,

Is a Man looking for some compliments,

A destire to show ones self,

Is still hanging up on a shelf,

So come on and let's be friendly,

It is not like you can see the true me 

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