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.