Poem: Shifting Faces
Fate is fickle
and so is the crowd.
One day, everyone's darling
the next, their pariah.
Fair weather friends
foul weather enemies.
Everyone wears masks
but not all can change them
as easily as others.
Hide all your innermost thoughts
guard all your secrets
from those who would exploit
every little weakness.
The one advantage
to never lying:
you don't have to keep track
of what you said
to whom.
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