Behind the mask a mirror
Inside it\'s far too dark and near
Not allowing one to see
Images of one\'s identity
From dark holes we stare
Unable to see what\'s there
But the secret lies inside
Too obscure to be our guide
Over our shoulders a cloak
Hiding all inside that\'s broke
We wear a clown\'s disguise
To hide us from other\'s eyes
Not wanting any to see
The shame of our nudity