When she wakes up,
She puts on her face,
It must be the perfect façade,
At night,
She wishes she could take it off,
But not until the bills are paid,
So that she has a place where she doesn’t have to wear her dreaded face,
We never try to see the sides,
The layers,
Someone once said, ‘People are like onions. They have many layers, when you peel back one, you just get another.’ (That someone may have been Shrek, and he may have said ogres, not people..)
Will we ever find the core?
She might be better compared to an orange,
The outside is no good,
The inside is better,
But what’s on the inside is what matters, right?
The outside just holds everything together, whether it be your sanity or the very being
I've gone crazy. I'm comparing people to various peel-able foods.
