It is not like before, it is not like it used to be anymore.
It is about putting a mask on or not. Itâ€™s about choosing if you show the scars you got.
If you put a mask on, people think youâ€™re fake.
If you donâ€™t, youâ€™re so easy to brake.
Who do you tell how you feel?
Who do you trust to know the real deal?
Show your wounds or hide them away...
There are always people who think neither one is okay.
People these days have a really strange mindset.
Like "be yourself, well... Not like that"
Why do we judge the people who are not willing to share, if we act all the time like we are not willing to care.
There are people who donâ€™t wear that mask and people who do.
But why do we judge them if we donâ€™t know what forced them to?
You see a smile, you see a face that looks kind.
But you donâ€™t know what is going in their mind.
What you see, is that really what you get?
Or is it actually only the mask that you met?
You will never know, until they decide to show.
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