Beneath the Veil
He said,
He wants to be like me,
He said,
He wants to wear my person,
I told him to go beyond me,
I told him to be his self,
He was taken aback,
He thought I'd be glad someone else
would want to pencil himself to be like me,
I’d rather not,
He doesn’t know me,
He shouldn’t be like me,
Who he sees on the surface,
Is not who I am,
Who that appears unruffled,
Is not the real me,
I create the person he sees,
With much strivings and unrelenting zeal,
I hide the uncanny side of me,
I lock it deep down,
There are two worlds in me,
There are two forces at war,
This he can't fathom,
This I can't elucidate,
It’s a webbed experience.
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