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.