The way I'm torn
The way I mourn
The way I've worn the mask of unknown.
The way you see the way I look,
Isn't the me who you think I am.
I've made myself hide,
behind the bars of a safer side.
Never will I try to expose,
Nor will I allow myself to doze.
The world is full of masks I suppose,
Hence it's better give the fake a dose.