Persona

The sun was rising above the charcoal roofs in splashes of oranges and purples. Several street lamps hung above the roofs like globes of light, guarding the sleeping children in the houses, making them feel safe. I leaned against the wall, letting the breeze run its fingers through my long strands of chocolate hair. It was going to be a peaceful day.

Every person has more than one side to them: an array of personas, so to speak: Things that we keep hidden from the rest of the world. I am no exception. Some of mine are buried so deeply under a mess of other emotions that I am not even aware of their existence.
However, I have accomplished a feat of wonder and intrigue. Whether it is a good thing or a bad thing you have no right to decide, but listen to my tale weary traveler and you will perhaps find out something about yourself.
Persona: optimism
Traits: Smiles
Stubborn Innocence
Small capacity for deep intellectual conversation if it at all delves into the darker part of human nature
Easily hurt
Silly
Unrealistic


I was vulnerable in this state. Even though it was my natural state, the voices of those smarter than I, the jokes, and the looks began to wear down this rare persona of mine like waves against a tall rock. I did what any self concerned optimist would do: I created a sharper, smarter, wittier, edgier persona that I wear like a mask in order to protect the innocent persona below. The problem? When I try and tear this worldly mask away from me, I find that it sticks. Every time I put it on it becomes harder to take it off. It’s molasses stuck to a silver spoon, hardening, crystallizing. Will I be able to manage the two or will my new persona devour my old.
Curiouser and Curiouser