I hide another self, a quieter self, a better self

A sadder self, maybe -- though I give myself a run for my money

I hide uniqueness and interests, sickness and sweat

And righteous passion and pitiful sorrow, and everything between

I hide in plain sight, in plain skin, plainclothes matching a plain face

Nothing I say is truly real, is really true, and I hope they know that

I want to shout at them not to take me seriously but --

They take me oh so seriously, always, and I think it's too late

I have hidden for so long that maybe it no longer matters why

That's the wrong question to ask (but there aren't any right ones)


Written in the submission box because I'm extremely overworked tonight :p (it may possibly show) Would never see the light of day otherwise, I think.

on post: Today's Writing Prompt: Where We Hide
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