Who do I see? don’t I know who I am?

the Artist crippled with pain or

the Poet lost in thought?

what does the day call for? 

which mask do I choose?

none are me but all are of me

what your thoughts have created

based on false ideals masks to hide 

the crooked me 

the ever bending me

the slow simmer me

the loud chaos me

the quiet thunder me

the flying me

the open/shut me

the simply sarcastic me

the laughter in me

all of me you hide to not face what’s inside