I realize it all now When I look around All I see doesn't matter My room covered in labeled cloths Designer shoes, pants, shirts Who really cares about these things? Not me, I know this much Shelves covered in suede shoes Brown, blue, gray, white Being owned by fashion Sports, television, music Accepting everything they hear Not thinking for themselves Criticizing people based on looks What color their hair is now Blonde, red, even pink Drawing conclusions, stereotypes Even those who think they are "real" Are often as “fake” as the rest Wearing tight jeans, wristbands Thinking they really don't care But they wear designer jeans They bought that wristband Supporting the ones we should hate the most They spend hours at the mall Thinking thoughtless thoughts Spending money on their shoes Their khaki's stained soon after Thrown out to the trash I see this all and wonder Is anyone honestly “real”? I wonder, what is being "real"? From all this, I realized That no matter how “fake” you are I'm not far behind, I’m “fake” in my own way But I don't think thoughtless thoughts Most are “fake” with fashion and looks I am “fake” with friends and knowledge They watch movies and don’t think any further I read books and analyze and debate Is this the difference between “real” and “fake”? Simple thought, simple morals Most simply fail with thought and intelligence Unable to show us what they mean Not using the most important thing of all They think about their outfits What they will wear the day of next We are all “fake” because no one is “real” But if we are all “fake” and no one “real” Wouldn’t we all be “real”? With nothing to counter act the “fake” There is nothing to compare it to Would this really make us “real”? Or would we all just exist With no “fake” or “real” Just existence, all thinking differently Accusing others of being “fake” When they, themselves, are more “fake” Of course, no one thinks they are “fake” We all think we are real And what defines a “fake” person from a “real” one Most people would say, “I am ‘real’ and you are ‘fake’” Who gives them this right to say this? What gives you the right to think your “real”? And call others “fake” as they are not like you Of course it is you who is “fake” in their eyes And your still thinking thoughtless thoughts I still have not answered what “real” is “Fake,” by definition, is something not real And “real” is something that exists in life Since man exists in life, all people are “real” Yet we all are not consistent Not always seeming “real” Thus making us “fake” But as I mentioned before No one is “real” in terms of how they are No one acts the same around all people They have attitudes towards people They have small details they care too much about This makes us all, indeed “fake.” If we are all “fake” then none are real The more they try to be “real” The less “real” they are Those who admit being “fake” Are more “real” than any Is being “fake” the only way to be? If no one person is “real” How do we tell how “fake” another is If no one is “real” than no one is “fake” Not many realize this I am one lucky person who stumbled upon it The many things that are “fake” about me I lie, I care for small things I should not I care about what others think about me I am not myself around certain people I act differently around different groups But I do not think thoughtless thoughts There is something more important than cloths It’s not what you wear that makes you what you are Your mind isn’t on your sleeve Changing with every pair of pants What really matters is how you act towards people No matter how “fake” you may be If you act the same to everyone, if you treat everyone the same You are more “real” than most Image is not everything Image is nothing Everything to you is nothing to others So instead of arguing with each other Realize your opinions will not change Unless time takes its toll and you grow wiser And change it for yourself Wear want you wanna wear Say what you wanna say But that doesn’t make you right And it doesn’t make them wrong And it never makes anyone “fake” And no one is ever “real”