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.
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