Maybe it the make up she hides behind.
Maybe it's the clothes he hides behind
Maybe it's the false personas they hide behind
Maybe we all hide
Afraid to show are true selves
Afraid that we won't be accepted for who and what we are
Afraid that we will be mocked, criticized
Why does it matter what others say?
Why should they decide how we dress, act, feel.
In the end it doesn't matter, cause we all do
We all care; we all hide behind our superficial masks,
Never reviling except maybe to ourselves our true thoughts and feelings