I have many faces,
One, two, three, four,
Perhaps many more.
Which one will I use?
Before I walk through the door.

I walk through the door,
And i put on a new mask.
Unconsciously, I put on the same mask,
As I always do, when I chore
To please my peers at school.

I walk through the door,
And I put on a new mask.
"Why do you do that?" Mom asks.
"I'm sorry." I tell her,
I really do try to stay on task.

I walk through the door,
And again, as I always do,
I put on a different mask.
And now my heart yearns for
Excitement,energy,and adrenaline.

I walk through the door,
And yet again, as I always do,
I put on another mask, for you.
And I wonder if my parents
Are the only ones who can see right through.

My mask is different all the time,
I cannot tell you why.
I want to be unique,
But my mask is constantly changing every time
I walk through another door.

I want to rid myself of this mask!
I want to show people the real me!
I think to myself, "how hard can it be?"
I try and I try!
I want them to see!

I am done!
No more masks for me!
Now maybe I'll be noticed!
Wait, isn't that how the masks had begun?
Not again....

I have many faces,
One, two, three, four,
Perhaps many more.
Which one will I use?
Before I walk through the door.


 
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