I contain multitudes
When I meet someone new I begin
I size them up
Begin to paint a portrait in my mind
What colors of myself would be most pleasing
Should I show them my melancholy
Or perhaps my anger
Or do they not care to see my emotional side
Do they want to hear some factoids
Or should I just be funny
Eventually, I complete the portrait and move on
The next step
I convert itÂ
Make it my own
Create an all encompassing mask
Some might call it a costume
But I just call it one of my multitudes
That way, whenever anyone asks
Begins to wonder
Why do I seem different around them
Well they just are seeing a different facet of myself
One of my many multitudes
So throughout my life
Each person who has any meaning to me
Requires a different mask
An assortment of qualities that I may or may not contain
Quite the demanding task but it's the way I am
I contain multitudes