Posted on April 16, 2017 By T.W. Dondanville
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One self
Or selves,
I pick a mask from the shelves.
Dressed to impress
I begin to feel the stress.
I hope my face fits
And withstands the social hits.
Category: Poetry Tags: crisis, identity, masks, poem, Poetry, self, sociology
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