Is it out of fear that we create this facade?
A mask under which we hide our true being?
Is it possible to ever shed this mask,
for it is in fear that we are living?
Why are we afraid to look in the mirror?
Is it the fear we will see our own eyes?
Is it possible to ever give love
amidst an endless myriad of lies?
I hold you now
I am sorry for what I am
A creation of my surroundings
Although I am nothing
I give myself to you
