I am my creation

I've put so much emotional labor into building my social persona that sometimes I feel like it's become a part of my true self, the way that art contributes to its artist. It's hard, even, to remember that it is, after all, superficial. But then I wonder: is it really though?
Meanwhile my inner self screams nonsensically from the basement where it's chained. Metaphorically.

It's my own interface for the world. I made it myself.