(A sonnet)
Every time you stop to talk with me,
you meet a veneer of my outer skin.
My outward behaviour is all you see,
while who I am is hidden deep within.
What I put on is my skin of choice:
the look on my face, gestures of my hand,
with my varied changing tones of voice,
and in the casual posture that I stand.
This skin of mine a scripted play performs,
in which I act out my own chosen drama,
a gripping life-like wayang of shadowy forms
moving together in perfect sandiwara.
Shadows of my skin are all you see,
underneath lurks that which is really me.
"Shadowy play"
by Harold B Huang
Thu 21Apr22 2120 hrs GMT+8
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