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)

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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.