Make up. Costumes. Masks.

I wear all of these

A façade that I put on

To never take off.

But you see straight through me.

Think you see the real me?

Just because you see the pain and suffering

Now you think you know me

But all you see is the outside

No one will ever understand

How could they?

Is everyone the same?

Am I just another person

That you upon chance meet?

I am my own separate identity.

Why is it that you judge me

By only what you see?