Chapter Three: What You See, and What I Am
What you see,
Is not always the very same as what you get.
The things I say,
Are not always the mirror reflections of the things inside my heart.
The things I do,
Are not always right,
Not even in my minds eye.
But what you think you see,
When you stop to look at me,
Is not always what I am.
And the things you think I see,
Are not always what I truly see.
I do things,
That you can never possibly understand.
I feel for things,
Than you ever will know or understand.
I put up a happy façade,
One that I can only hop is not too transparent.
I know it's wrong,
I shouldn't have to hide my feelings deep inside,
Not from you,
And not from me,
I shouldn't have to hide.