How I see myself,

how others see me,

I often wonder,

"How," "why."

Why pass The Gavel

past something

faint,

small,

shallow,

scared?

After all,

you seldom see

beneath a mask

worn to hide

that same

faint,

small,

shallow,

scared,

soul who can't find

his balance

in some other's world

where he can't even

judge himself.