They see only what i allow them, trapped beneath the shell of my existence only to disguise my person. walking along , head held high with a fearless smile, like a blind man to see inside me, they must read brail.  My back and shoulders in posture with all self control   as I only allow them to see my outer shell. Graceful poise, of confidence claiming pretend of a  happy, healthy person ,. Why is it so that my eyes graze across a face of unfamiliar people yet I have the ability to see through their soul, I feel their pain and sense their sadness, yet they don't see mine .I'm made not of plastic and my flesh it bleeds, my body full of pain,  I feel sadness as I have lost everything I ever had or wanted to gain.  Behind that smile i wear on my face is a lost soul that cries rivers of tears ,  I  hide it well for it's not pitty I seeks, but showing weakness in my own self would keep me from showing others that they can rise above. If nobody tried, took chances or cared what kind of shape would we be,. If it's been done once it can be done again if it hasnt, there's always the first. It only takes one person to set their problems aside and help others overcome theirs, who I am without making a sacrifice after all Look what our Lord sacrificed for you and me ..