I know who you are J'onn J'onzz, the humans may have bought your act but I can see right through you, I can hear your mind's anxieties.

We are one in the same, J'onn. The anxiety that grips us, keeps us awake at night. The deep-rooted loneliness, we have no one. Your friend, the detective, would he still treat you the same way if he saw what lies underneath your fake face? That artificial skin you parade around, you are ashamed of who you are.