Thursday, June 20, 2013
When you look at me what do you see?
Do you see the pain I mask behind
The smile dancing in my eyes?
Can you sense the lonely cloak I wear
Just beneath my joi de vive exterior?
Will you sense that the humor I use
Shelters the armor tarnished by myriad warrior’s battles?
Do you smell the fear of betrayal lingering
Below the aura of confidence I want you to see?
Can you feel the parts of my soul I want to share with you
Or do you only see my pulchritude?
I am so much more than the veneer you see
With a deep-seated intelligence that belies the façade.
I’m the soul of a poet and a love for all things
Trapped in a vessel that hides from the eyes of disgust.
Really, when you look at me, what do you see?
Do you see who I am, or do you see what you want to see?