Why is it that we are working hard to please strangers,
while we ignore the ones we love?
Why is it that we protect others from all kinds of danger,
while we hurt the ones we love?
Is this all what we care about;
Having the best external image?
Having the best reputation?
Being the "perfect one",
when we know we are not perfect?
Why is it we feel loved,
when people you don't even know their names look up to you,
while we are surrounded by dozens of people,
who really care about you?
Why is it we think too much about the future,
picturing it as "the hope",
when hope is far away from what we have inside?
Why is it we say we love who we are, what we have,
but we work hard to hide?