I am one person.
Of that, I am sure of.
But, sometimes I lie
About who that person is.
Sometimes he’s funny,
Sometimes he’s witty.
Sometimes he hates the world,
Sometimes he hates those on it.
I wear these lies like a mask,
In order to hide who I really am.
Who is that person?
I don’t know.
I have yet to take the mask off.
Is this person good?
Is this person bad?
I’ve worn this mask for so long,
Not even I know the answer.
I’m not sure I’ll ever know.
But I take comfort in knowing,
That whoever I really am doesn’t matter.
Because I can shape this mask I wear
Into whoever I want to be.