What Do We Hide? by IzzyS
Do you see me,
as I truly am?
can I see you,
for who you are?.
What is real and what is fake,
smoke screens, masquerades, facially and embodied representations
of whats yearned, imagined, projected,
the me I'm encouraged to be,
the me I want to be,
but what about the genuine me?.
Are we all but actors
or are we true to ourselves?.
Can we ever acknowledge those parts of us, so doubting,
so negative, annoyed, frustrated and disappointed,
yet also fundamental reminders of our humanity,
proof of what we are,
'warts and all' but some hidden more than others,
is it weak of us to overlook what is frowned upon?.
Is honesty more painful than self censorship?
or can we only help improve ourselves
by laying all our cards on the table,
accept me as I am, is this how it should be?
how can we know, who we disclose our innermost thoughts to,
perhaps they hide more than we realise?
They say you can't judge a book by its cover,
yet as people we're programmed to judge one another,
as if instinctually, upon first meeting,
its a strange world really, isn't it?.
So once again I can't help but wonder,
what do we hide away -
how will we ever know for sure?.