Remonstrations of a Mask

Remonstations of a Mask My face fits over yours As if it was made for you... This is, after all, What I was made to do... I am a mask- or maybe I am a shield, it seems Like sometimes I am expected to be Both things at once; Either way, I suppose You feel better hidden Behind me... Thus, I've become Someone else's face, Or my face becomes Someone else's body- Either way, you are Taking my identity And claiming it as your own; I am the default scapegoat- But no one pays attention To the remonstrations of a mask Claiming identity theft; Of course, having an identity Seems to require a soul, And my eyes are empty holes; They are only your windows, So I guess I have no way Of proving I had a Creator, too- You are now standing before The world, and tell them You are... whoever you Want to be... I have become whoever you Want me to be- I never had the choice To be anyone! And now- They are all studying my face... They are asking who I am- But my Creator, while he Gave me lips, never bestowed The power of Voice- So suddenly I am Whoever you tell them I am... Won't you tell them that I Am not you? Couldn't I... Be someone too? Of course not... I was only created so you Could be anyone.