My cloak of facade

no idea what genre this goes in...

I’m just another person.

Part of the crowd.

With my head bowed down.

The similarities infinite.

The differences unobservable.

We are the same.

 

But when I get home,

I throw off the cloak of sameness,

And become who I am.

I am not identical to you.

Or anyone else.

I am me.

 

Then outside I go again,

Once more I put on my cloak of façade.

So no one knows that I’m not the same.

That I’m different.

 

I can’t be separated from the crowd.

I can’t be who I am.

Even with those I trust,

I hide my true self behind my façade

So they don’t know me.

No one knows me.

Reviews

[C. C. Burl]

I think a lot of people feel this way, just like Tammy said, but in some people, the cloak becomes an addiction. I'm struggling through that right now; I'm addicted to my facade. So many people think I am cold and shy when actually I am not. I just don't want to show them my real rather romantic self. This poem helped pinpoint that. So, bravissimo! Thank you for the poem. Flora.

[Tammy]

I think a lot of people feel this way. Nicely written.