They break your mask

Crush it with their feet 

Point and laugh at

How ugly you look

A monster they claim for you

To be

To play the role of an actor

A villian, 

When all you wanted was

To save the world

And resuscitate the unresponsive

Justice, who had gone into

Cardiac arrest

 

But they've never been

To your house

And they've never searched

What you have hidden 

But wish for the whole world

To see;

A shelf you've built in your

Room, with a plethora of

Masks,

Roles you act for different

Plays you play a part in, 

As the actor takes a bow

And the curtains close, 

The camera stops rolling,

The director says, "CUT!"

And it is only in your

Dressing room

In which you are truly revealed