Skin Deep

Don't judge people just by the way they look, hey, there is no such thing as an open book! for every poor idiot has got something to hide not unlike chameleons, shifting like the tide. Putting up fronts in the bright light of the day, frauds hiding blemishes so as to appear pretty, admiring of their own reflection at the mirror even away from crowds behind closed door. What we often see is but the shell of a man, no more than a worthless piece of empty can, much colder than the coldest piece of steel, a stone's throw from the very gate of hell.