Public/Private

Who I am in private is not what I want the world to see.
I put myself in a cage to appear in public as free.

In the privacy of home I bubble like a lilting creek,
In the publicity of daily life I stay shadowed in darkness fearing the stranger’s peek.

Away from prying eyes, a new fursona takes arise.
In full view my persona never seems to die.

The Public/Private life leaves me completely fried, having to balance it all leaves me very tired.