Will I ever let them-
the ones who see me but do not See Me-
See Me? I paint, pluck, press and prod
so that they may see me, but not See Me.
I do wish they could See Me, but I am scared.
I love Me. Is it narcissism? No. I am not
in love with Me, but I do love Me. I am
content with Me. Myself and I have fun together-
singing, laughing, dancing, but they do not See.
I walk and talk, I curtsey, smile, and put my
napkin in my lap - this is what they see.
They do not see me cry and wish,
think and dream, for I do not let them See.
I am the master behind this disguise so that they
may not See Me. I blame no one but me. But when will Me
overpower me and allow them to See Me?
Soon, I hope.
For I am tired of hiding.
Though depressed and cynical, lonely and lame,
I do have passion, love, hope, and faith...
If only I would allow them to See it.