Going Incognito

Have you ever met someone so compelled to hide?
To mask insecurities as though they were hideous.
Following different forks in the road to detour anyone on the trail.
Staying incognito.
Staying concealed within the flesh.
I am that person.
Sometimes it’s impossible to decipher who I am.
I am a container of frozen jelly beans.
Which flavor would you pick?
Stick with one, but I might change tomorrow.
I’m unpredictable.
I’m covering my tracks.
And I’m going incognito.

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