You might not understand this poem at first. But everyone, especially at our age, has a few layers of skins which are composed of different personnalities and tastes. A cliche, you might call it. But maybe you too, had someone that unattainable who lost himself in the crowd, only able to distinguish himself around you. Maybe your somebody was meant for someone else - but that couldn't help but feel fake. Maybe he or she was all that to the other people they "knew", but was so much more than that to you.
I hope you'll enjoy it, I would love if you had comments, criticism and tips :)