How many faces can we wear?
How many skins need be shedded before our true colours emerge?
Are we the simple, purehearted child from once upon a time,
How many skins need be shedded before our true colours emerge?
Are we the simple, purehearted child from once upon a time,
or the callous exterior that glares witheringly at our enemies?
The mirror is cracked and disjointed.
The mirror is cracked and disjointed.
Each shard shows another reality true.
Conflicting, overwhelming.
I cannot be both I and me.
