Every now and then
I do an evaluation
By way of the people
I think should or could
Know a bit of and about me
Well enough to be able to weigh in
Maybe that is not the best way
To evaluate oneself
I guess seeing myself through
Others eyes is not always
The true reflection of who
I know myself to be
The many petals to this orchiroze
That very few ever get to see
Beautiful smiles seem to hide
The pain, that no one
Really cares to know exist in me