Am I read so easily?

Do I display my emotions
so clearly?
My soul, do I bear
so blatantly?

Can I hide nothing?
   I am transparent.
            I am no liar.
                        In fact, I'm terrible.

My truth, too honest                    
my appeasement, obvious
       my distaste, too obvious
           my pains, apparent
                      my joy, over-joyous

I am predictable
in my crooked hypocrisy.
I am unconvincing
despite my conviction.
I am a lack of words
in a serious discourse.

All along
and
I didn't know it.

love me          hate me
kiss me          **** me
I would.