I see myself in your sunglasses,
My rigid movements of nervousness,
My hands in my pockets,
Searching for nothingness,
I worry what your eyes will see,
The real me?
Or my makeup becoming the woman I paint to be,
My reflection, so small,
My true being,
My fears shrink my pride,
I can not tell you who I am,
I am unable to know me,
I lie to myself,
I honestly do,
My secrets hold reality and fiction together.
Who are you?
That my heart fears,
Your eyes are hidden,
Hidden by a wall,
Like your heart,
I can not see through you,
But do I really want to?
To know all your words for me could be lies,
I would like to keep hiding,
I am not ready for truth,
Because I do not know the meaning.