Hiding

I see him and I wonder:
Is that the real him?
Or is it just a front
That he wears to show us
That he's okay, he's fine;
Living his life happily.
Although he could be sad
And we wouldn't know.

Because take it from me,
Someone who knows the art
Of putting on a mask
To show the world you're fine:

I wear heels but I can barely stand up.
I wear glasses but I can't see for the tears.
I dress like a model but look like an old hag.
I act like a comedian but I feel like a tragedy.

So take it from me,
A lot can go on behind closed doors.
If you look carefully
Maybe you'll see the scars he's made himself.
Like the scars I made myself.
Because hiding can hurt,
And I'd rather hurt myself than anyone else.