We all put on an act
For the society in which we live
At least to some degree
Listening to the unwritten rules
Adapting our ego to how we say and act
Or how we interact in certain situations
Not wanting to be labelled outside of those rules
Every morning we leave the front door
Making sure people see our best side
Again, at least to some degree
Smiling at others
Asking how they are
Being kind and presentable
We must do this to maintain a social norm
This is how we make friends
How we maintain a job
How we present ourselves to the world in general
If not, we are labelled "rude" or "weird"
Outcasts that aren't socially accepted
Or...
If the rules are broken more seriously
We are sent to jail or prison
Again, we must adapt to society
We must show our best and kind self
But are we really that great of people?
Are we truly the kind, goody-two-shoes we show off?
Acting as if we're so kind and caring
Like we're actually that interested in people's lives
Not wanting to come across as cold or crude
Really just wanting to keep our image accepted in society
As if we really care about that homeless guy on the corner
Worried for the disabled woman in a wheelchair
Or want to help that sick child genuinely
We may portray that image out to the universe
Knowing it will grant us acceptance and approval from others
But deep down...
The majority of us...
We don't lose a damn second of sleep over that
Tucked up in our warm, comfy beds at night
Because everyone has done or said something in their lives
Regardless of how innocent or heinous
That they wouldn't want people to know
A secret too much to bear public
Because we know it will damage our reputation
Making people see us in a different light
No longer gaining their respect or approval
Once again, leaving the "rules" of society
Perhaps we actually have done something that ventured into that realm
But the only difference
And for your lucky ass
You just didn't get caught
And your reputation was saved
You're still that loving, joyful person you portrayed to keep that image
Unlike that certain individual you lost so much respect for
Telling yourself you could never do or say something like that
And still you remain the person you are
But just to remember
No matter how sweet
No matter how innocent
Or how amazing they may seem
For every person...
There's always something...
Going on...
Behind closed doors
