Authenticity is a rarity.
When looking clearly you often don't see
The parts of me I try to hide
From you and from society.
Take a look behind the curtain,
Glimpse the person you thought you knew,
Before she hides away again
Receding, fading out of view.
So, let's get real:
I gambled on true love and lost
And since, my heart's been turned to frost.
I loved him more than I could hide,
Until he made me swallow my pride.
He ended it, and my heart shattered-
I lost everything that I thought mattered.
Concealing the mess inside me is hard,
In person I pretend that I'm not scarred-
Concealing things is fairly easy,
When I'm around people who rarely see me-
And when I can hide where no one notices,
Where all that matters is how my camera focuses.
And so, later on:
I don my make-up and align my pose,
And pout a little so everyone knows
That I'm upset
But not really-
'Cuz I'm hiding behind my selfie.