I met them at the door suspicious faces
You recognised the accusation
Questioning
You offered no answer
Patting down pockets to feel keys and phone
You searched for an explanation
None were on me
You stood the portrait of unease
I panicked I had no way of explaining myself
You needed something to open a door
Their eyes widened with suspicion
You percieved expressions change
Out they went to see what I was playing at
You tried to keep them at bay
My sins hidden at the grand hotel
Keys and phone lost
The fact that I a simple man
Failed to perfect disguise
Had learned mischievous magic
You faltered to cast a spell
For I could and did shapeshift
You suited the occasion
To fill every need and whim inside my mind
You gave each desire an avatar
Not one simple man behind the face
But a collection of men
Several in search of their own versions
You let each pursue their own ambition
So when I slid the sliding door and witnessed their faces
Did you feign a simple blindess and walked on?
I simply reverted to the person they knew me to be
Did you return to their familiar version?
The one with no color nor guile
Did you wear the safest face?
The one that monosyllabically answered questions
Did you keep your answers brief?
Encouraged that part of me to enjoy it while it lasted
Did you allow yourself this moment?
For that part was the part I liked least
Did you know what to conceal?
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