You walk through the matrix of your daily existence,
You get seized by mankind’s impressions
But no one knows who you really are.
Do they recognize the pain, your past,
Not only you but everyone carries within?
Do they recognize your intentions, your acts?
No, they don’t recognize who you really are.
Judgements shape us, shape those,
Who are grasped by our glances.
Every person passing by carries his own story,
His own thoughts inside.
Only parts they are revealing,
Yell at them, force them to reveal an answer,
Validate the response,
You will never know who they really are