All of My Faces

All of these separate faces are

itching, biting and writhing.

Who am I inside,

but another part to hide?

Pause. Rewind. Mine.

Chills split my spine.

I can still remember every God Damn time

I thought I didn’t have to hide.

Who am I really?

And, most importantly, why?

Sawyer S.

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