The masks we wear
The faces we hide
All the time laughing
A sword in our side
The pain and the outrage
All kept in a box
Sly, deceptive, and cruel
Much like a fox
Lively in day time
Crying at night
Crimes Psuedo-commited
By way of pure spite
Alone in the dark
Locked in the closet
No getting out
An undermining deposit
Now we are strong
Only at face value
Falsehood and damnation
Perhaps we'll come through