april 24th, 2001 / eleven fifty five pm

take off my faces one by one
articles of clothing fall
like my multiple personalities.
change them like i do clothing
who am i today?
confused,
i think
i'm never quite sure.
with such an assortment of choices,
i lose who i really am
i don't think there is a real me anymore
i'm what i think i am
i no longer know what to think.
i think i've confused myself again

add another layer to the already tired act
i'm bored with myself
time to change again.

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