Who do you think you are?
After that bowtie, after the hair?
Who is the person residing
Behind all the makeup and care?
What do you think? No.
Rather, believe?
What keeps you up at night
That makes you look back, consider, or leave?
The mask, the façade, the whatever
It’s all just a sham, though “on fleek”
A face that we all seem to put on
Then take off as if it’s unique
Can we be frank for a moment?
A second to spare for the real?
These hats are all just us acting
Take that thing off, start to peel
You are who you are, nothing more
Nothing less, so take it or leave
And if your reflection is frightening
Then don’t look to me for reprieve
How the World Should Work 