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