Who am I? Who do you want me to be? I'll paint my face, cover every inch with layers of new because old's no good. Of course you'll never know.
There's no truth, no sound or smile escaping my shell which could tell you anything true.
Is anything real? We'll dance in costumes of silver and gold and never know a thing. I'll give you my name, splatter some words. on a page or in the air, what's the difference?
What does it tell? You'll take the stage for an hour or so, give me your name which wasn't your choice and I'll judge you for all you allow me to know.
Year after year we'll talk about our day. I'll cry in your arms. You'll tell me something you've never told anyone before. You'll study my every inch and I yours and we'll give all that we can offer but never all that we own.
We could spend centuries together but our ever-changing souls will never, ever know any truth as we know ourselves.