the identity

Your mask your identity





A smile on the face,

You must not be sad!

Every morning, put on the mask,

Then your life takes its course.



Emotion is still in you

And perhaps it gets worse and worse,

But you can protect yourself,

Your mask will support you.



Exaggerate your true self

Take the mask, with a laugh on the face,

Play the clown and jump

And dance, laugh, sing.



Conceal who you really are,

How the cold pain kisses you,

Be to another person,

Which is omitted and glad.



In the end splits the personality

Only you know it, the mask hides your suffering.

It is the mask of an identity,

Who begs for his salvation
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Sometimes we are not the same person

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