Am I really who I pretend to be?
             The person who everyone can see?
    We all have sectrets, hidden beneath a brick facade,
        Though we may say not, within us a fraud
                  That only we can peel away.
                   I look in the mirror
                  A stranger it appears
              Is the one staring
            For thay all know my face better
               They know its lines and seas
          But is it really the face, the secrets,
                That make up my identity?