The Parade of Personalities

Have you ever wondered who you are?

It’s a puzzle, isn’t it, stretching near and far,

But I’ve got a secret, a way to explore,

Who you might be, and oh, so much more.

This is the story of Identity’s Parade,

A march of the masks that we’ve all made.

Identities are colors, with their own unique hue,

Some are bright and bold, and some are softer too.

They come in many shapes, some old and some new,

Each one a costume, a different version of you.

They can be loud like trumpets or quiet as a whisper,

Sparkling like stars or cool like a winter’s whisper.

They dance around daily, on toes light and free,

Changing with seasons, just like a tree.

You’ll meet them in stories, in songs, and in dreams,

In the mirror each morning, and in the moon’s beams.

When you encounter one, don’t be in a rush.

Take a moment, be still, let the world hush.

Look at it closely. What does it really say?

Is it truly your own, or just borrowed for today?

Some are snug and comforting, fitting just right,

Others might itch a bit, or feel too tight.

The quiet ones might need you to listen more deep,

While louder ones could wake you from sleep.

Remember, identities love to mix and blend.

They’re social creatures, on that you can depend.

Invite them to tea, hear what they share,

But keep them in check; handle with care.

Identities are precious, they’re part of your art,

But they don’t own you, they’re just a part.

So, wear them with joy, but set them aside too,

Because, my dear friend, the real you is just you.