Under the Outer Shell
We all have many different personalities.We put on our different masks,
Not even knowing what we’re doing.
Sweet and innocent,
Playful and mild.
We are all of these.
Depending on who we are with,
Or where we are at.
Inside, all off us have only one real self.
We are not what we try to be.
The harder we try to be someone else,
The more we bring out our own charicteristics.
We sometimes act shy,
But inside there is that certain part of us,
Just dying to be let out and scream.
When do we act like the real person we are?
How can anyone tell?
Is it when we are with our friends,
Our family, or maybe when we are by ourselves?
I wonder why we act this way,
Changing who we are,
Hiding what we are truly proud of.
Most people never even realize,
That they are not being true to who they are.
People are always trying to change
Who they are and what they do.
Under all those different masks,
behind that foggy shell,
I know that there is a real you,
A real me, and a real, well-known,
person in everyone.
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