The Self-same Me

Pictured in an awful mind.
Reality is hard to find.
The real inside is hard to see.
Hey cruel world, don’t look at me!

Don’t look to close inside the cracks,
You may reveal my concealed awful acts.
Don’t look to deep into the eyes,
You may see through my awful lies.

Is self the same as self is seen?
Are words as true to what they mean?
Is what you see is what you get?
Will what is shown, the real thing fit?

How do I speak my mind with truth?
Is purity, in my heart, the root?
How do I act with honesty?
Is what you see the self-same me?

Copyright 1995