Masks

Nobody sees in or behind what is hidden

Nobody gets it, unless it’s been given

You can’t get the goods without my permission

Could be, I’m just somebody else

You can’t know who I am, because I wear a mask

I’ll never let you in no matter how much you ask

I’m like a monster truck running, without any gas

I’m no good at being myself

Maybe I don’t know me, what is there to know

I’ve tried to be someone but have nothing to show

I should get lost but have nowhere to go

A broken record kept up on a shelf

I see a fraction of me in the bottom of a glass

There are things I don’t know but I will never ask

Looks like I’m stuck being me behind a mirror of masks

Is it real? I guess I could never tell