And he sticks his hands into his sweater . The sweater , with a hood , all colored in green , he looks down and over — at me .
The mask falls , the one with the smile , And so does a tear . I look away , but I know They tear through the air . The mask , it hits the ground with a clunk And he hits the ground — with a thunk . More tears , more pleas of forgiveness , But how , prey tell , will I ever forgive this ? I listen to him , the man now without the mask with the grin And slowly , I give in . I dare not look at the man in green For if I do , I know I ’ ll agree That he is I , and I am him ,
And that he is ... my kin . But I have a father , and brothers too , And yet ..