They ask me why I wear a mask

Over these eyes

They ask me what I've got to hide

Eyes are windows to the soul

And that's what I keep hidden.

My mask is my touchstone

And shields me from the world

It keeps me our steadfast leader

Me? Afraid? No

But I wonder now it that's deception

I wonder if it's a lie

If I am so brave

Why do I always hide?

But I'm afraid of what they'll see

Behind this mask

In these eyes

They ask me why I wear a mask

The truth is naught but lies

A little poem from Robins POV. Interpret it as you wish.

I was torn between saying "Wraught with lies" and "Naught but lies" I chose the latter in the end, as you can see.

-Angel