Some depressing poetry bc I'm just so good at it

It's the face 
Of a thousand 
    Masks 

I remove them 
One 
    After 
       Another
And yet 

I find that
There's 
                  Nothing underneath

Like a sword 
     Without its sheath
I remain dangerous 
And used wrongly 
   By somebody who only
Knows violence

I don't even know me 
I don't know who you are. 

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