The (Man, Boy, Thing, Puppet?) Masks


Trying to pull off all these masks to find the man beneath,
But what if I was never a man at all 
And I'm just a puppet hanging by it's strings?
Am I real or am I just a lie
With a new face every day until I die?
Scared of the truth and what might be revealed
Never knowing how I truly feel
I've hidden myself for so very long 
That my true self might be forever gone.



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