Step outside his home ,

Locking it away safely .

When the crowd comes ,

No one will see the perfect mask .

But it is its place ,

Hidden in plain sight ,

With a smile on face ,

Deceiving the smartest ones .

But the eyes can tell ,

the intensity and fear ,

no matter they keep all in spell ,

the burden of the secret .

The past which never lets him forget

like a curse to future,

something to protect ,

or to sink away in the tide .

The happiness and such gestures ,

are just for show ,

the glamorous lustre ,

hiding the damaged soul .

A devil ,he may be not ,

But not a good man even .

All the instincts he has fought ,

Made him harder to crack .

No one came close ,

To solve the mystery he is .

He knows lot more than he shows ,

two step ahead from all .

The things that he hides ,

remains locked forever ,

this fate , he didn't decide ,

but accepted this bitter life .