two-faced, maybe that’s what he is he wears a mask in front of others and rarely takes it off unless with familiar company, but that’s a company of few rather than many, barely a crowd
he’s build up a reputation, one he didn’t ask to own up to (maybe it was his hair?) a self-made stage name, acting in front of this crowd of strangers, day after day with repeated use, the masks chip and fade the face hidden behind them, haggard
at the end of the day, being the lone cast member on the stage after curtain call, once the bell rings he puts his head down, thankful for the break a gentle hand shakes him awake, voice firm in their scolding.
we’re going to be late, he says, but despite his strict treatment, he lets you pull yourself together telling you to leave the mask behind.
FILL: SWAG 2016
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two-faced, maybe that’s what he is
he wears a mask in front of others
and rarely takes it off unless with
familiar company, but that’s a company
of few rather than many, barely a crowd
he’s build up a reputation, one he didn’t
ask to own up to (maybe it was his hair?)
a self-made stage name, acting in front of
this crowd of strangers, day after day
with repeated use, the masks chip and fade
the face hidden behind them, haggard
at the end of the day, being the lone cast member
on the stage after curtain call, once the bell rings
he puts his head down, thankful for the break
a gentle hand shakes him awake,
voice firm in their scolding.
we’re going to be late, he says,
but despite his strict treatment,
he lets you pull yourself together
telling you to leave the mask behind.