When I put on the mask, what do you see?
Is the person behind the facade still me?
Is the disguise something you can even believe?
My identity, what does it even mean?

When I change my clothes what do I become?
The person under the robes, are they just for fun?
Is the costume something that can fool everyone?
My identity, when is it undone?

When I put on the mask, what do you see?
Is it the face that makes me?
When I change my clothes what do I become?
Can I blend in, or be no one?
Can my disguise ever truly deceive?
Escaping my identity, does it set me free?