Two-Faced Anthropoid

I am a man of two faces One face for the eyes of the world The other face for when I close the door Behind this door, you don't want to see the face that cowers behind this door A face which reveals itself in the sullen, Cimmerian shadows Most people will not accept this face Most people will prefer if the mask I wear for the eyes of the world remain glued onto myself so tightly that it will hardly slip That when I hide behind my door at the end of the day, the mask becomes painful to peel Like removing duct tape off fur Strands of beastly pelage ripped out of my fragile, mortal skin and become a part the face I struggle so hard to keep on in the hours of the Sun I lose a bit of myself and question my morality The constant switch between these two faces grow tedious and exhausting I even start to ask myself, "why?" An infinite, internal war plagues me and I lose my mind Why must the world be so hedonic and blind? The truth is, they are not blind They all wear masks too And at the end of the day, when their doors are shut and the curtains have closed, The masks slip and a burdening sigh of relief is released.