Who am I

why do I

when will I

where can I

Answers elude

My identity un-formed and crude

Mother pretends

The show never ends

Until the curtain is drawn 

All the doors are closed and simulations suspend

I don't know who I am

Give anything to be sure

Stand firm in my convictions 

On both sides of the door

No duplicity here

All masks removed

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