Hiding

Hiding beneath all the shallowness
i'm sure
are real human beings
perhaps with souls
and perhaps with thoughts
that don't linger on Friday night plans
or he-said-she-said mind games

is this place real?
or simply a utopia that could never exist?

few admit it but all are lonesome.
who gets me, one asks
who cares? asks another

hiding inside everyone is a need
a need that seems to go unfilled
a need of acceptance
a need of love
a need of being needed

the girl who sits in the corner
wondering how life could get worse
is no different than the popular girls;
both want to be loved
or accepted for who they really are

hiding beneath the skin of the preppy girl with what seems like everything
is the depressing pit of lonelyness that churns in her stomach,
day in, day out

who cares what's hiding, though?....