The Heart Beneath the Face

Beneath the clothes, the makeup, the skin is a heart. Beneath every person's outer appearance is a inner appearance, one they choose to revel it or not; it's up to them.  Yet, at one point every heart comes from beneath the face to the surface. You can only hid who you really are for so long before it begins to overflow like a over poured glass of milk. Leaking on the surfaces around it effecting everything. Beneath every person's outer appearance is the real them if it doesn't already lay on top. The them that produces tears when laying in bed alone, the them that smiles when the sun shines, the them that prays when life gets hard.You can relate to this too "don't judge a book by it's cover," but I wouldn't. In its simplest form it's the same but in it's most complicated explanation it is not.