I have one taboo question
One forbidden to ever ask
That one question is; who are you?
And make me remove my mask

For if you ask me who are you
I will lie, deceive, and trace
For there is something you should never do
And that is seeing my face.

Why so bereft of the question you ask?
Why must I be so chaste?
Because I make perfection in fantasy
To hide from realities disgrace.

By
-Anonymous