See

Beneath your complex nature,
Winding passages and snaking stairwells,
I see you.

Past the awesome masks,
(un)forced smiles,
The personal facades.

Past the rotating mirrors,
Occasionally reflecting outward,
The world you deny insight to.

I see you,
Or what I perceive to be you,
Misdirection is your art anyway.

And it's beautiful.
Formless, shapeless, malleable,
Versatile when needed to be.

Don't take this as admiration,
Nor praise,
Nor confession.

Simply know that you're not alone,
For I relate to the layered responses.
Hopefully, you see past my facade too.

posted from Bloggeroid