Life is filled with masquerade.

Deeply seated subterfuge.

In murky waters we wade.

Identity split in a centrifuge.

To some I’m competent & professional.

To others thoughtful; seeking solitude.

Some who find me dismal.

A few downright rude!

But all are simply manifestations.

Of beliefs and conflicting internals.

Despite my protestations.

All reside in my internals.

Yet each visible character trait.

Does not a human fully make.

We all have it in us to be great.

But oftentimes we have to fake.

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