What value is what we wear?
The mask, the cover, the drape
shields the real, blinds from what is.
what are we hiding anyway?
Sometimes to look the same
Many times, to look different
To make an impression, to test another
Defying the original, every time.
What could we be, if not ourselves?
What’s it worth, if we don’t project the truth?
Why put a curtain when it redefines the truth?
Twisting it into a lie.
The shy is in the veil
not in the eyes
the fear is in the camouflage
not in the naked
The me is in the heart beat
not in the dress code.