What value is what we wear? The mask, the cover, the drape

shields the real, blinds from what is.

what are we hiding anyway?

 

Sometimes to look the same

Many times, to look different

To make an impression, to test another

Defying the original, every time.

 

What could we be, if not ourselves?

What's it worth, if we don't project the truth?

Why put a curtain when it redefines the truth?

Twisting it into a lie.

 

The shy is in the veil

not in the eyes

the fear is in the camouflage

not in the naked

The me is in the heart beat

not in the dress code.