We are so conditioned
To see
The person
We are told to see
When we
Look in the mirror
That far too often
We forget
About the
Real us
The fake us hides
Behind our eyes
That are
Gateways
To tired souls
Never heard
Never seen
And are fed up
With living a lie
When will see
When will we
Finally understand
That being who we aren't
Just hurts ourselves
In the end
And is never
Truly worth it
Because if nothing else
If as someone else
You are living
You are robbing
Yourself and the world
Of the true masterpiece
You were truly
Meant to be
And that my friends
Is a tragedy
That just
Doesn't need
To be