The question I posed for myself to answer,
What person must I be seen, I ponder,
Can the surface portray myself,
Am I, as I believe to be me?
Do they believe it as me?
Or is it a mask I unknowingly wear?
I could not decide what it should be.
I do not know how it must be.
This is not an issue of expression,
It is about how others perceive me,
Do they see me as caring or apathetic?
Am I homely and warm or a shade gloomy,
Even if I smile and give praise,
Will others believe it genuinely,
Or would they think it is fake,
Can they even sense true sincerity?
If my heart differs from my face,
Then the surface is but a shallow mask,
Feelings are complex and hard to define,
What we show may not be understood,
Thus, I struggle to match my inner self,
Whatever face I show outward belies,
Not one, but more feelings I hide.
