Thought hider.
Shape shifter.
Mask provider.
...Soul drifter.
Indulge me just a little while
And I can wipe out this bitter grin,
Replace it with a Mona Lisa smile:
None in tune with what's within.
Both are ever posing a riddle
About what's lying underneath:
A hug broken off in the middle
Or a dagger ready to unsheathe.
Thought hider.
Shape shifter.
Mask provider.
...Soul drifter.
I feel so very diamond-shaped
With multiple sharp facettes.
My true form is ever draped
Like a subtle joke that no one gets.
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