Paper Faces
Sometimes
I am the clown
Making people laugh
with quirks, with jokes, with funny faces
Sarcastic quips flow from me like rain falls from angry thunderclouds
Other times, I am the mouse
Hiding
Shy
Quiet
Not speaking
Afraid that someone will step on me
Then again
I am the sweet one
Never insulting
Gentle
Polished
Kind to everyone
But when I am angry
Or scared
Or upset
These masks fall away
and underneath is a girl
who struggles to put the mask back on
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