Two sides to the same coin.
They praise me, help me, take care of me. They are my guide to light and protector from dark.
A trophy.
They hurt me, they abuse me.
They feed me to the dogs and watch as I squirm with contempt on their face.
I am a tool to be used and discarded nothing more nothing less.
A slave.
Both sides are me.
We are one in the same.
It is forced upon me to wear these masks.
What am I?