If only I could show them who I really am.
The real me, for once.
This real heart that keeps this body moving;
This real mind that conducts these sounds escaping from this mouth;
This real soul that is trapped inside this robotic figure.
How do I show them this heart
When it is so misshapen and mangled with?
How do I reveal this mind
When its thoughts are so dark and full of anguish?
How do I release this soul
When it is so unparalleled and lost?
These eyes have not seen enough,
But this heart has suffer too much.
These hands have touched too little,
But this mind has thought enough.
These feet have walked scarce steps,
But this soul has roamed this entire world.
If only I could show them who I really am.
"These feet have walked scarce steps, But this soul has roamed this entire world."
Bravo on this one. I've taken to stop showing people who I am, and instead, just expected them to see. If they don't see who you really are, it's their loss.