I am...

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The mask I exhibit is that of
Any other high school senior
Blended into the background;
Hidden amongst other faces.
A flag twirler in the marching band,
A member of Chem Club;
Foreign Languge Club;
Girls Athletic Association.
Simply another student,
Nothing more.
 
Others observe me as such,
And wouldn't care to dig any deeper.
On the outside, I'm that stranger on the street
But under the skin
In the quintessence of my bones
I know what I am, and
I know what I am capable of.
 
I am an ancient Warrior,
Clad in the finest armor
Made from the most valuable metals.
I was forged in the fires of my ancestors;
Taught that I can trounce anything
Create anything
Become anything.
I stand tall and strong;
Shield on my left, and
Sword at the ready.
I have fought in battles that
Even the toughest of kings would have fled from,
And in the process, lost
Parts of myself.
But, no matter how many parts lost,
How battered, bruised, and bloody I am,
Or how long the battle lasts,
I always win.
With the growing number of
Demons and Hellhounds I send away,
I feel no remorse.
I have learned to fight my demons;
To silence the Hellhounds' bone-shattering screech;
To cut out fragments of myself that
Were previously my chain and anvil
Rather than my sword and shield.
I have the battle scars to prove it.
I am untouchable;
Invincible;
Unassailable;
I refuse to back down.
 
I am an adveturer.
I cross the thresholds
To various realms.
I've caught the Lightening Thief,
Destroyed the One Ring,
Fought in the Games,
Brought down the Capitol,
And defeated the Hallows.
There isn't anything that
I can't do.
 
I am diverse;
Composed of different personalities.
A writer,
A musician,
An archer,
A pastry chef,
A lover,
A fighter,
And everything in between.
I have overcome several fears,
Played music for college professors,
Split arrows (surprising several onlookers),
Loved unconditionally, and
Fought like hell for what I believe in.
 
I am a traveler.
I have left my mark
In five European countries.
I stood in the same spot
As an observer to
Brutal Colosseum games,
Stood wonderstruck in David's presence,
Baked strudel with an Austrian chef, and
Spoke to one of the last Holocaust survivors.
 
The mask I display is that of
Any other high school senior.
It has blue eyes with sunflower centers,
An average nose and fitting cheekbones, and
A five-years-of-braces smile.
All framed by big glasses, freckles, and
Multi-colored hair that
Changes with my mood, it seems.
My mask suits me, and
I refuse to have it any other way.

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