Them and Me.

I am not what you see – instead

a performer, never one but a few.

Lonely in a crowd of people; accompanied when

alone.

The mind’s command untrained yet sharp.

To me I am me but to you I am him and to others I am them.

Who will help me?

I am not what you see – then

a trick, now a trap. Action against order;

forgotten freedom.

Let confession be the guide; trust, the key.

Will you show me?

I am not what you see - inside

is dark; black, yet not lifeless because

I am here.

Outside, life in colour. Show me. Let me

See what they see.

For I am not what you see. Here

I am behind the glass smile.

Forever present; obedient. Here

I am behind the windows in their eyes.

Who will see

Me?

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This piece is a reflection on the self and the identity you choose to show others. It is easy to deceive the world and even easier to deceive yourself, stifling who you are in an appeal to be 'liked', forgetting what defines you in the process. Finding myself guilty of this, the poem grew out of a frustrated appeal for genuine self expression.