Persona

The familiars stare and occasionally whisper a prayer.

I ignore them and whisper back a swear.

I wait, for I know what they'll ask,

"Why are you like this? It's like you're a mask!"

Of course, they sweeten the words with censorship,

so it sounds more like one crude word, which makes me sensitive.

Isilently question their judgement and say "I'm a persona. Nothing more.

This look is not a bore, a roar or even a chore.

I won't be the same tomorrow for there is a risk,

So I won't be aware that I'm causing my own mental frisk.

I go under many names and none are the same.

Being myself is nothing more than a game.

Tomorrow I could be straight, bi, or gay!

You'll never find me again so enjoy me today!"