I hide in the shadows, playing with illusions, masks and disguises, of my own creation, my Self.
Masquerading, the comfort in pretending is my succor.
For i dare not face the reality,
as it glares me down like the tiger burning bright,
lurking to pounce...
rip me limb from limb,
as I walk through this forest of the night.
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