I am what I am.

I am not what others think I am.

I think of myself as a three sided coin.

My first face is innocent and easy going.

Its soft and light.

My second face is a keyhole to a dark door that never opens.

Only friends see this face and never understand.

The last is behind the door that never opens.

Its dark and hard, unforgiving and cruel.

It has no true description because it chooses enigma.

Only the trusted see through the keyhole to the other side.

None yet understand their view through the keyhole.

Perhaps none ever shall.

My third face is always protected, always safe.

It creates my world,

It creates my problems,

It creates my solutions,

And it creates my dreams.

My other sides are merely a protective guise.

It is the true me but I am not completely it.