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 it 

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