Masks

Peel back the layers of this misspent youth, and see if you can find any resemblance of truth.

Many masks have I worn, and I’m sure you’ve seen a few.

In truth I wear them still, but which one depends on you.

For who knows what veil I’ll pick, if ever in front of you.

But be sure it will be, whatever keeps me out of view.

For men are deadly, people vicious, prone to cut, and bite, and chew.

And I’m weak beneath this mask, so I wear it to hide the truth.