There are two of me
There are two of you
Who I am; who I show
They are the same embodiment
Of a different mind.

Your private life,
Who cares
Mentally,
Emotionally,
Physically.

Your public life,
All eyes on me
Reputation increase
There are those that do cease
Don’t ever back down.

Those who do not care
With no thought of coloured hair
Have no intention to profess
They have no contest
Freedom of mind

People who think image is all
Try ever hard to be tall
Yet always the small
Caring about vanity
Not so much sanity

I show happy, healthy, jolly me
Yet inside appear none of the three
Oppression, depression, anxiety,
Stress and suicidal tendency
A façade is a beauty.