Behind a mask I hide,
but I swear it hides from me
For every mirror eyed,
my mask I cannot see
Behind a mask I ask
a question fit for me:
Which one of these personas
do I intend to be?
Which mask is mine to own
and which is not for me?
For two's too many people
for one to not be free
I'm locked inside my home
and no one has the key
I'm the one you see alone
yet another deep in me
My skin or what's within's
the ruse that I must be
when looked upon by you
or when I look upon the me
Behind a mask I wait
but no answer comes to me
I guess I am what I am on the outside
and I am what I can't see.