You think you see me,

Through all of my impurities,

Through all of my insecurities,

But really all you see if what you want to see.

All you really see if somewhat close to the real me.

Inside,

I’m just trying to deal,

to appeal to the real.

It’s all just an ideal-

that we must seek to reveal,

Enough we aren’t healed.

It’s a complete shield,

To conceal what we really are.