Who Am I?

I just realized how I'm becoming like my father as every single day passes by, especially when it comes to dealing with people in the workplace. Somehow, there's a battle waging inside of me as to which behavior I must exude. Sometimes, I get exhausted as I end up realizing that 90% of my day was spent pretending as to what I really felt. The masks worn each day are slowly getting thicker and thicker, and the real me is becoming a blur. I just shrug my shoulders and sway my head from side to side, out of hopelessness that the entire profile of my individuality will ever become solid. Sigh. Now, I'm sure that I will always be unpredictable. Laughing one minute, then quiet the next...seeming like normal, but obviously, not.