A facade, that's all you see
A trick for you to believe
Behind the mask, I am
Waiting for you to realize
I am not the oblivious fool
Nor am I a wandering tool
What you do not see, I am
Determined to prevail
But unable to drop the shell
Weilding a heart of gold
That when crossed, grows cold
On a whim, I am a creator
Painting with words, I am
Inspiring, giving hope
All these things, I am
Yet you choose to see
Not what's within, but a child