The Mask
I wear a mask
That constantly changes
Depending on the person
It rearranges
It makes me religious
While speaking to the pastor
It makes me peppy
When talking to the chearleader
It makes me a stoner
When talking to a pothead
It makes me polite
When talking to the adult
It makes me look evil
When talking to the enemy
The mask hides my face
So no one knows me
They know the person
They like the most
This poem is about:
Me
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