There's people around me with filters of kindness and smile
Covering their agony, mischief and lies extremely vile
Who do I trust? Who do I not?
There's people around me who project their inner demons upon others
They shout, scream and disregard, why do they care if it bothers?
Who says connecting with people is all that defines you
When all you can connect with is a made up projection of themselves
You smile back, a smile you know the world loves realising your own hypocrisy
There's souls and there's people
and you know they don't mean the same thing
Touching a soul is touching their true raw self passing through all their guards and masks, love, touching people is easy