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The Mask You Forgot You Wore


"What is it like

to alternate between masks

between every personality ever known

each, but your very own?"


The actor smirked,

pity evident in his eyes

said he to me

"At least I am well aware 

Of how what I wear

are only mere masks

that can be removed

after all my tasks

Or how I can play several roles

How I get to choose

What could be those


At least I'm not

Stuck with the thought

Of "What have I become?" Or "Who am I?" 

For if I so desire

the mask's gone, in the wink of an eye..."

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  1. Wordplay-TRS20 October 2022 at 10:35

    Great concept, and great execution as well! Keep your regular poem streak going, the posts just keep getting better :)
    All the best!

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    1. Palavi Karnik20 October 2022 at 21:58

      Thanks a lot!!
      Keep reading :)
      ...and writing!
      Looking forward to your new writing ventures! (:

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