The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world.
The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.

As kids we believed
In order to see a monster
We had to look under our beds at night.

But as we got older
We discovered that in order to see a monster,
All we had to do was look into a mirror.
We saw what no one else but ourselves could see.
We saw what everyone around us created us to see.
What they created us to believe.

A society only focused on money
Taught us we'll never be enough,
They taught us we needed
So many products of so many different brands.
If we wanted to "fit in".
Some people thought about it too often,
Obsessed with other people's idea of beauty.
We moved into a society where
Beauty had escaped the eye of the beholder.
We moved into a society where
Beauty was on a screen of a television,
On the cover of a magazine,
We're in a society where,
We've all been hypnotized into thinking there could be
One true idea of beauty.


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Three serpents hissing in my ear
they want me, haunt me, taunt me, tormenting me
The first he tells me everything I want to hear
"I love you, your beautiful, everything I want,
Let me love you, protect you, I'll be your prince."
His breath soft warm, the poison of his words seeping in

The second he swears he loves me
He longs to love me, but also to leave
He says he'd do anything for me, that he only wants me
He says I just need to love him. Trust him.
He tells me to wait till the day he comes back around.
He begs me to love him until he decides to love me.

The third hisses harshly "Don't be a fool!
They will only use you. To the first you are an object
and you will never be anything more. The other,
he will never choose you. You will always be second best. You'll never be enough for him.
Don't be so naive! They only long to decieve you.
Her words cut like knives, ripping into me with sharp reality.

Face the reality or face your demise.
These three serpents hissing in my ear, But which one is right and which one is wrong?
Does it even matter? To which do I listen to and adhere?
After long, careful, thought, despite knowing better,
I disregard the third, for the truth truly hurts.
But she's still there hissing the harsh reality in my ear.