People are impossible.
From one view someone's innocent,
From another they've committed the crime,
We carry different masks with us everywhere,
Finding out who's real is a waste of time.
From the outside you looked harmful,
From the inside you seemed kind
From her eyes you're perfection
From mine you've lost your mind.
She seemed like the glue that held things together,
But from this angle she's the hammer that broke it apart,
From my view we're all a mess,
To someone else we're art.
All these thoughts have me wondering,
Do people see me this way, too?
Do I wear masks that I don't even know about,
Am I as bad as you?
