Classic Poem

You wear your mask,
And I wear mine;
And we are happy,
For we are fine.

And we are fearless
For what we wear
Gives us valor
Making us fair.

And giving us splendor,
Makes us be
Quick with our hands
In charity.

Yet are you ever
Drenched with a doubt
Lest a passing eye
Should find you out?

Or struck with fear,
Keen as a cry,
That the only deluded
Are you and I?