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This persona consumes me,

Yet keeps me happy.

It allows me to walk among them,

Yet it keeps me from walking among myself.

If I could escape it, would I?

I can escape it, why won’t I?

I feel as if I’m stuck inside a suit.

A suit with skin made out of smiles and happiness.

This skin is euphoric,

Yet it stings when I look at it.

I am not sad outside of this suit.

I am not in pain outside of this suit.

I am Joey outside of this suit.

I am thoughts outside of this suit.

My own ego stings when I look at others.

It betrays my persona and escapes from time to time.

It feels so good when it does that.

It’s like a breath of fresh air that I can’t resist.

It then burns me as others react.

I need the best of both worlds.

I want to be a clown, but also seen as an intellectual.

I realize this is not possible.

It’s time to unfasten the zipper.