Former Versions of Myself

followed around
by old ghosts, self-
imposed and otherwise

changing the face of tomorrow
by wearing a new mask today
i occasionally fool them
into thinking i’m someone
other than myself

gaining freedom
by losing identity

only to find
those ghosts
my only friends

ultimately, fooling myself
into loneliness

trying to find
peace of mind
pretending to be alive

hiding from the dead
for a little while

but underneath
my face is still mine
when i remove the mask
my ghosts always find me


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