You look in my eyes,
And you try to see
What is shallow
And what is deep

You don't know why
My cheeks are red
From laughing hard
Or crying in bed

I seem so cheerful
And I am
But when you're not looking
I look down again.

Who am I, truly,
You wish to know
You cannot ask me
For I would say, "No,

"I am no one
To call by name
And deserve not
Glory or fame."

I don't doubt you know
The way I feel
But when you see me
It feels more real.