Why do I only like myself when you see me?
See me.

I stare into the face I see most,
the face I know most.
Plastic smile plasters over the cracks.

Nothing so fragile as the self.
Nothing but a silent echo,
a glimpse of a reflection.

Why do I forget myself when you touch me?
Touch me.

I shall fit the role of your design
Mould me, but do not control me;
a shell of what I once was with you.

Nothing so frail as the mind.
With a heart so strong, the mind will plummet or soar above
Reason.