My Fake Portrait

When I wake
I place this mask upon my face
So when I’m out
People will see a different person
They will not see me
But this nation
Are they faithful to their identity?
Or are they like me?
I’d make a good actress
I have had experience
In acting like somebody else
I dread every morning
I can’t tell now
What’s real
What’s fake
Why?
Do I disguise myself?
I wish I could erase this dreadful secret
Am I afraid of rejection?
Or I scared of who I am?

Ashton Pettigrew