There’s something hollow
About caring more about your reputation
Than your legacy,
On looking like you have it all
And yet possessing very little indeed,
Catering so much for the eyes
Yet so little for the heart,
An ever growing repertoire of performances
With fewer and fewer people you can trust
With your mask off.
Appearances do matter,
But not nearly as much as we make them out to be.
We are better off working on who we actually are
Than refining the image
We hope others would see.