Hidden

hey you.

say, who are you?

i've seen that face a thousand times but i still don't know who you are. behind that beaming smile and porcelain exterior, what do you hide? i search for an answer that i cannot find. perhaps you hide yourself too well. you seem like you are all of truth and faith but today, i looked at you and thought, maybe i don't know you too well. where have you been, mister? have you done your laundry today?