I don't own Star Wars.
Do not loathe the mask you see,
It does not show the truth in me,
Half a body,
Burned and charred,
Anakin's dead,
What are left are scars.
My eyes can't see you,
They were burned,
Instead it is these lenses,
That makes your stomach churn.
I cannot breathe,
This does it for me,
The pain and discomfort,
Why my anger's forming.
I was used,
Can't you see?
My strength drained by Palpatine,
There is no more left of me,
But a suit and a mask,
Are all you see.
Please review.