08/12/2024
Am I my own person? Am I real? In my heart, a doubt I feel. I’ve come to the consensus, it’s plain to see, That I can’t trust the layers of me.One day a saint, a snake, a quitter. Then a go-getter, dreams all aglitter. Who am I in this masquerade? A jokers mask, a charade well played. I talk as if I have it all together, But inside, there’s stormy weather. The mask I wear clings tight, won’t peel, Blurred lines between what is false and real.
Now, older at life’s crossroads I stand. No script to guide, no set demand. Which mask to wear, which role to play? Lost in the echoes of yesterday. H.P ❤️
