personas

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The mask you ask, is it there? Do I hide myself inside? For me, I'm proud to say it's nowhere. Though the mask, I mean's been tried. I used to live behind that mask, I knew it all too well.
Staring at the image of a reflection, The glass shrouded in its entirety, A personification of what must be.
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
'Be yourself.'   How?   I am so many different People.   At the start of the day, when the sun has not  fully awaken herself 
Row upon row bekons to me As I pass each one by I ask myself Who will I be today? The tired one who oozes laziness The reluctant one who lacks self confidence The smart aleck, the isolated one?  
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