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Am I no more than an illusion?
When I show my true face to the world
I bare my soul
But too often my soul is shunned
Or mocked and misunderstood
By a narrow minded worldAm I no more than an illusion?
I engineer my countenance
To mirror my soul
Wrapped in pretty things
And painted like the image that I see in my mind
I revel in those few special moments
And blind my eyes to the world and its view of meAm I no more than an illusion?
Each day I sharpen my skills and better my image
I fool a little more of the world
For a little longer
And pass as my inner self
But inside my heart
I fear that if I am not fooling all of the world
Then I am only fooling myselfI
Am an illusion
When I strip away the silk and the satin
And stand bare in the mirror
I am as the world thinks I should be
But, what I see is only a shade of my true self
Yet, while the world accepts and welcomes me
I must remind myself that this is the true illusion
And ask, who is beIng fooled now?
Well done, a poem that speaks volumes and sets deep in the thoughts of the heart.
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