Autobiography of a face

Who do I need to be?

Stretching forward a hand to grab, extended fingers clutch

many jars on the shelf

Which face shall I wear?

this one went to senior prom though that one begged to go

but would not fit the dress

What will I need to do?

another used to sell furniture and got misread by

a boss who knew better

Where did the young one go?

hidden in the back, my favorite, kissed booboos and is

still wet with good bye tears

When can I go with out?

there is one no one has seen, under all the rest, waiting

the day that I can ask,

Why must I wear a mask?

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