Everyone longs to be the person they see,
On the outside so clean & polished;
Even on their last day.
The rain could wash it all away,
Pour down & melt the vision to its dismay;
Still would you see, all along what you want to see?
Imagine the world,
The people they stare back at you;
Are they the idea of your perfection?
Consumed by the thoughts,
The seconds turn into stepping back;
You can see their faces.