I found myself attending costume parties without a mask.
I was ashamed of myself.
So, I began to wear costumes and masks.
People approved greatly—they called me many things:
kind, gentle, honest—a good person.
And, suddenly I found myself unable to take off the costume.
I looked around to find myself alone once more in my attempt to escape.
I realised what fools they were—what a fool I had been.
So, now I attend without a costume.
I ignore their comments—"Oh, what happened to the kind boy I used to know?"—because no longer do I play the fool's game.