What I see
Might be me
But what I see on the outside
Isn't really who I am
I see an image
A steady projection
Of an individual on the surface
The cosmetic details
What I can't see
Is all the layers within
The emotion that courses through a person
Like blood through veins
The fear that builds up around your heart
While the outside might look the same
The anxiety that sits deep inside
Waiting to be released
Or the joy that sits light on your skin
An aura carried throughout
What I see is me
But only the surface
It is a wall from behind which I hide
Sheltered from the world
A mask that lets me pretend that
I have nothing to hide
When in fact it is what I hide
The identity within me
What I see is me
That much is true
But it represents only a section
Of the person I am
I hide behind my mask
So what you see appeals to you
And not my true reflection
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ramblings
Poetryto be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly writ...
