It's been a while since I buried my

former self, the immitator in the

graveyard of ignorance,

many time, a hear him howling

from deep within,

a symbiote of acting

Quite a short while now,

what can I say?

Being myself seems really knew,

most of the instabilities came

from my trailing heart

Well, I'm just writing this

to say goodbye to him,

I really had fun changing into

all those characters,

I can't help to think that there

might be some of it left.

there were advantages

of those multi-transformations,

changing to suite different situations

at different times,

wearing the cloak of someone else's confidence,

but this magic must all go,

if she must see who I really am,

now I'm not the walking cartoon,

I'm the walking mirror.

                                          By Kakraba Afful