My soul forever damaged
Predetermined failure
Molded into the person I am today
Afraid of the mirror
Indulged by the shadows
A wearer of many masks
Each with it's own story
But hiding the same pain
Quietly
In the dead of day
In the bright moon light
He sneaks out
Leaving behind the masks he wore
For so many years
You've probably seen him in the streets
Just never recognized the face he wore
That day