Condition

The me that is me is often mislaid, perhaps by intention to shelter my fear For what if my mirror reflected my soul, would the world still want me The science of hiding perfects within time Its nature is such that a new me is born It’s easy to zipper the old one away and go about life with a safer veneer But what are the chances forever in life Disguises discovered are rarely excused No matter the reasons or cause of dismay For love of a lifetime, honesty wins Yet where is the courage to offer the truth What touches the surface still fondles my heart And now there is you to gamble my feelings Oh, when and just how will I know Though view of my favor can somewhat be real Selected acceptable elements hold If what you had wanted to see, disappeared could you justify what remains I ask of you now, facades put aside This metaphor dangling in dangerous hope If I were another and you didn’t know it, would you love me still, if I wasn’t a poet