I could not bear it if I were myself
All of the time. Escape is necessary.
To put my psyche back onto the shelf
And let my manners and expressions vary
Is pure sweet medicine to me. I know
A thousand persons I would like to be
And how their bodies tick, and what they show
To others; I have put on masks to see
How I could alter - and with them have changed
Differing desperately from what I am.
And as their problems and emotions ranged
Across my blank, to implement the sham
I saw myself in them, and felt the yearn
Once I had been another, to return.
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