She wanted to be preppy to forget the poor.
He wanted to be funny to cover up the sad.
He wanted the adrenaline to push away the depression.
And they covered up the poor
But only to the outside, and we envied them.
Tried to copy them.
Tried to copy these people trying to copy people who were only trying to copy
And it gave us great pictures
(There is always a but)
All this covering, hiding, pretending
Only made us feel worse
And I saw too many people who promised themselves that they would only ever lie to the world
That they would never deceive themselves
That they would always remember what they were masking
But the masks we showed society melted into our true faces
We became the plastic dolls we modeled ourselves after
Confused hybrids of the real and the pretend
And the saddest thing was our sadness
The emptiness in knowing we were missing a piece
But being so far removed from that piece we somehow knew we would never find it
We even forgot what the piece was
That’s how to become empty
Because no one ever became happy by hiding the sad
No one ever became stronger by hiding the weak