If I look into your eyes, what will I see?
Will it simply be, the reflection of me?
When I look at you, do I really look?
Or have I prejudged the cover, for the book?
What is your story? Can you provide narration?
Or is it too well suppressed for open exploration?
If I say I know you, is it the absolute truth?
Or is your secret self much more aloof?
When I see your face, is it you or your mask?
If I request of you, can I take your deceit to task?
Leaving upon your body, the invisible bruise
Of a defense that becomes a form of self ruse
You lie to me, but worse you lie to yourself
No mirror reflects this, turned toward the shelf
No one can stop you, it is your chosen self defense
But fear of being caught leaves you always tense
Who is the essential you, your inner core?
Would even you, recognise it anymore?
Should I keep on trying to see past the lying?
Or do you feel that I am endlessly prying?
Can you even answer my honesty request?
Or are you in your mind or body, simply a guest?
Reality is such a distance afar from your life
A constant niggling source of endless strife
I wish for you, to find the peace you need
To truly live, to heartily thrive, to succeed
That the lies that mark your life right now
Are bannished, as you, no longer them, allow