Hidden Self

Who am I?

How can I define myself without a lie?

How am I anything but a person behind a mask?

Can they even see the pain I hide inside?

Will they judge me for the things I have done?

We all hide behind masks

What am I?

You say you're a dreamer, but all you dream of is anywhere but here

You think you're a lover, but you just love the idea of love

You think you’re smart, but you just spout ignorance

You think you are brave, but you just put up a front

We all put up fronts

What do I want to be?

Do we ask ourselves every day: Am I smart? Am I rich? Am I desirable?

But is being what you want to be really you, or someone else?

The masks we wear, is that just a disguise to be what we want to be?

Does the mirror really show our reflection?

It shows a half-life, someone not being them

Removing the mask shows more than what we want to be

We show them what freedom is

I am free