Illusions

To you, it seems I’m who I am, Because I choose to be. But what you see, my outer shell, Is not the real, true me. Don’t be fooled so easily, By illusions that you see, For if you let me show myself, My soul will be set free. My deepest, darkest secret, Is how I came to be, But I cannot tell you how this is, For trust will be the fee. I beg you, do not push me To be real and drop my mask For if a friend you truly are You won’t need to ask. To come out of hiding, Is not as easy as it would seem, For at first, my trust will merely be A narrow, wobbly beam. So, I need you to be there, With a sympathetic ear, All I need for reassurance, Is knowledge that you’re near. All I need is confidence, That I do not stand alone. With that, you will soon notice The drastic change in my tone. To you, it seems I’m who I am, Because I choose to be. But when you see through my illusions, You’ll find the real, true me.