Wherever I go, under sun or moon,
In the blinding light
Or the soothing dark,
I wear a cloak, invisible to most;
A cloak of lies, a cloak of deceit,
A cloak of shadows, and distorted light.
Sometimes it shrinks,
Revealing me
Almost completely
And truly as I am.
Sometimes it grows,
Expanding and hiding
My darker side,
The side of my face
And my of my soul
That I dare not show,
To passer-bys and
Casual acquaintances.
Everyone can see me,
But only some realize
That I am not entirely
What I seem to be;
That I have things hidden,
That shall never be exposed
To the blinding public light.
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