Who am I to deny them?
The person they all wish to see?
The green patch of the black garden
I’ve kept this face on for so long…
It’s one I cannot remove easily
I have an old person
One, I had to hide from the slings and arrows
I created it to hide
Now that the need is gone…
Why can I not take this infernal mask off?
This façade of falsehood
This lock on the prison
It has been so long that
I am afraid of what is in that cage