Who are we really? Hiding behind this potent masks,
Revelations of only what we desire, pretending..pretending,
Who are we really, if we never seek what we choose to find,
fall in the pits of emotions and than proclaim "that ain't mine",
who do we look up to, when the ones that truly matters,lies,
as we hide our disappointments and we smile as disguise,
who do we plan out to be, when life isn't reassuring,
do we still pursue the dream, when our hopes are faltering,
Who do we trust most, if we got issues that needs to be heard,
society isn't fair and half of it don't care if you're hurt,
who can we be, when being us is not satisfactory,
do we do what please or do we please everybody,
who are the ones, that we truly love and we believe,
are they the same ones that wears the mask that we don't perceived,
who are we to deny, how we feel with the fear of rejection,
tell me is it better to have false hope or just get lost in directions,
who understand us most, if being dependent is a necessity,
do we put a hundred percent in and know its a guarantee,
So tell me who I am, cause I seek happiness it might bring,
but till then, I only reveal what I desire, pretending..pretending...
