Everyone hides their demons
Everyone is afraid of their secrets
Everyone dreads the pain in their tearsWe conseal the imperfect in our perfection
Because it is easier to lie to the world
Than be honest with ourselvesWe let our flaws define us
We let our doubts hold us
And our hurts bound usBut all these are just our fraility
Our human beauty
Not our clarity
Or the definition of our genuinityNot who we are.