come clean

are we on stage.
actors.
are we pretending to be who
we want to be
to make others like us,
hiding what lies below
the surface
of our clothes,
our skin, our smile
or frown.
do we ever come clean and show
the world
the truth about
who we really are,
is it all just a game,
moving pieces around?
will that truth set us free?
at what point do we say,
this is me,
love me the way I am,
for who I really am,
for better or worse,
or pack your bags
and leave.