What do you see
When you look at me?
A smile that hints
Of days carefree?
A poised stand?
A steady hand?
Shoulders built
To withstand?
What do you hear
When I speak?
Commanding voice,
Or mouse-like squeak?
A confident tone?
Words I hone?
Someone for whom
Concern is unknown?
What do you think
If you think of me?
A person who knows
Who they’re meant to be?
Clear direction
No doubt or question?
A life aspiring
To perfection?
But look again
And do you see
The feelings that
Sit heavily?
Reddened eyes,
A sleep disturbed.
Furrowed brow,
A mind perturbed.
Tear tracks from
A row off scene,
Tension held
Beneath the sheen.
A back cowed
Under the weight,
Lethargy carried,
In a heavy gait.
A foot that taps
A secret fear –
We’re not always
As we appear.
Look again
And you will find
The mask we often
Shelter behind.
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