They ask me why I wear a mask
Over these eyes
They ask me what I've got to hide
Eyes are windows to the soul
And that's what I keep hidden.
My mask is my touchstone
And shields me from the world
It keeps me our steadfast leader
Me? Afraid? No
But I wonder now it that's deception
I wonder if it's a lie
If I am so brave
Why do I always hide?
But I'm afraid of what they'll see
Behind this mask
In these eyes
They ask me why I wear a mask
The truth is naught but lies
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little poem from Robins POV. Interpret it as you wish.
I was torn between saying "Wraught with lies" and "Naught but lies" I chose the latter in the end, as you can see.
-Angel