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