The Man Behind the Mask

This is for the guy who thinks he's too imperfect, for that girl who thinks she's not amazing enough...... You are stunning! I had a mask Carefully carved for me by fear I heard he got the best smiths for this task Nothing else got much of my care Never had I seen such a beauty At first, it worked so much magic Every guy wanted to be my buddy Even the prettiest girls wanted something romantic It started from my friends They said the stone mask looked better Siblings complained the jaw didn't have enough bend Some even said the best masks were of terracotta So I bought every type I could find Clay,wood, brass, steel... I had all Like the arid sand obeys the most trivial wind I succumbed to every call Just while deep in thought I realised how much of Fear's client I was Too ashamed of the man behind the mask That I tried to hide him from the world I couldn't even recall the man It had been long I checked him in the mirror If he was still a boy or now a man If he was still dark or now fairer So in the middle of the night I burnt the masks To bring this man to Limelight Like twilights in dusks