Society's mask, Society's way

There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day 

It's society's mask, it's society's way,

And the truth is that it's all a façade

There's a face that we hide till the nighttime appears,

And what's hiding inside, behind all of our fears,

Is our true self, locked inside the façade..

~Jekyll & Hide

Glimpse of his face

notice, can you, his pace

sharp, determined, hard-core

one-man-army, marching

grabbing all he can, little more.

He is boorish, ramping, very

smiles back too in hearty merry

elusive, can't get a read of him

rock in his heart, or pounding flesh

or too much water beneath the brim.

He's saint, conjoined to his schedule

blandishing, cajoling, bending some rules

to get what he wants, leaves nothing to chance

nonesuch he is, or a daimon in detail

or much talked nonsensical flimsy prance

Strange how he keeps the facade whole day

masquerade  is so tight, never he escaped

one day he was standing tall, in dark of the night

see the face marred by an antsy look

he was worried-planning about next day bright

Who was he ?

he's no one but me

at night I shed it all, mask-unmasked

free from all mistakes, anticipations

I just lie down there bare-skinned.

It's a nightmare 
We can never discard 
So we stay on our guard 
Though we love the façade 
What's behind the façade?
Look behind the façade

~Jekyll & Hide