Is this Me

I make myself a glamour

A costume made of skin

I slip into it, dressing up

so that others don't have to

Is this now me ?

Because this is what they all see


The hat I wear covers my head

So they don't have to see my eyes

Because they tell the truth

And That

Is Not


Is this now me ?


because this is what they all see. 

The End

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