PersonaA Poem by RoyRogersSo many masks which one to pick? The perfect mask and the perfect trick. Which one is right for every occasion and everything ends when you end the illusion.
So many of you but which one is right. Never the person of all your sight. Simply is a empty shell of a man.
Repair again and again is all that I can. Carry these masks I always put on. Tomorrow im batman and today just who knows. Without these masks I am less than nothing. This is truly what creates my own madness. Every mask has been rejected again and again. Losing my grip of what keeps me sane. There is parts but none of them whole. Only the mask allows them to come through. No one understands I have no real identity. No one understands I am always hiding. Wonder why I keep playing the part. I am a shell and here are my masks. They are slipping away and soon I wont last. When you destroy every last one. That is when I will truly be gone.
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StatsAuthorRoyRogersAboutSo hi I picked the name RoyRogers since its a street and its a beverage and they both start with R. I will write more later about stuff. VIOLA A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let.. more..Writing
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