A jester, a lover, a fighter, a brother,

 I am a man of many faces.

I change I flip, I jumble and switch,

i'm constantly changing paces.

I'm still inside I watch I play,

controling what goes on.

The man inside is nothing like,

the faces that i dawn.

I'm happy and glad, i'm never sad,

but in here i am dying.

These secrets haunt, my spirit taunts,

I'm tired of the lying.