What you see is my mask,
so who are you to judge me?
Do  you feel up to the task,
of puzzling out what you don't see?

Your kind are confounding,
never staying the same,
your ways are disturbing,
atrocities and puzzles too many to name,
your manners are vexing,
chattering and spreading unable to tame.

I watch you to try and understand,
silently questioning and trying,
to suit the norms and meet the demand,
mimicking the behavior and the talking.

I don't fit in among you,
doubt I ever will,
though I meet my due,
and continue to try still.

My appearance is an act,
my smile and grin fake,
so much I forget the fact,
it is of my own make.

So tell me what you see,
when you look and think,
what kind of person I must be,
though the answer may make my heart sink.

How would you describe me?
How do I seem to you?
Do you understand what you see?
How much of it is true?
Is it my true face?
Is it what you thought you knew?
Does it match your taste?

Do you see me?
Do you see the toll?
Of who I must be,
and the truth of my soul.

Do you see me,
a glance or a trace,
of my heart free?
Of my real face?

I wish I knew,
Who I was,
to me and you.