I look into the hollow pits
That used to be your eyes,
Somewhere within them
I see a little boy who still cries.

A child who needs to be held
And told the pain will go away.
Told that Love will come again
And that this time it’ll stay.

You try to hide him away
beneath your elaborate masks,
Why are you so afraid
Of all the questions he asks?

What is it you’re hiding?
What is it that you fear?
What kind of person is lurking
Behind that cynical sneer?