I stare at the striking lady on the wall,
She glares back at me, so unreal so tall
I get the perception that the world sees of me,
I get the deception which world has come to believe
The self assured smile in the picture is a shroud,
If only one could comprehend me as me, not the crowd
The person is a sham that I see in the mirror
Can anyone look Beneath this thin veneer
Like my image, my mind is flipped
No one can sniff, I am greatly miffed
No one understands me, no one really tries
To look beyond the gloss, to look beyond the lies,
It is not me, I seldom glow so bright
Can’t you fathom it is just play of light
My nonchalance is practiced to look just right
But when the veneer melts
I am an incarcerated soul in the glitzy shaft,
Who smiles through the day, and cries in the night.
