Smooth skin, bumpy marks.
Gentle touch, jagged scars.
Mended mind, broken heart.
Cheerful smile, hides it all.

Bright eyes, dark soul.
A thousand dreams, no goals.
Climbing up, digs a deeper hole.
So many friends, yet you feel alone.

There are two sides to every mask,
You make deciphering a difficult task.
There is the fake face that you see,
And then the real man underneath.