Persona
Persona, a mask we wear, a painted facade,
Protecting the heart, a secret, a code.
Painful truths concealed, a silent plea,
Playing a role, for all to see.
Profoundly, we craft a persona, a shield,
Protecting the soul, a truth concealed.
Power, a tool, to shape the image,
Painting a story, a fabricated image.
Passionate, the mask, a fragile facade,
Playing a role, a charade, a charade.
Promise, a whisper, a hope concealed,
Persona, a prison, a story revealed.
Perceptions, a prism, a distorted view,
Painting a picture, a persona true.
Pain, a constant, a shadow, a weight,
Persona, a burden, a soul's lament.
Presence, a mask, a silent plea,
Persona, a prison, a reality.
Peace, a whisper, a longing, a dream,
Playing a role, a Paddy’s persona.
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