What do you see when you look at me?
An Aries formed from broken glass.
This is all these people see,
A hurting paradox just walking past.

What do you see when you look at the real me?
An Aries formed from the feathers of a swan.
This is something no one will see,
As I feel like I don’t belong.

What do you hear when you listen to me?
An actor just reading their lines.
This is all these people see,
Trying my best not to show them signs.

What do you hear when you listen to the real me?
A fragile doll speaking from the heart.
This is something no one will see,
As my words tear me apart.

I wear a mask to cover my flaws,
Change my shape to fit the space,
Even if ‘I’ have claws,
And the real me speaks with grace.

Better to fit in,
To not stand out,
Or so they say,
I have my doubts.

Yet I act big and tough,
When I don’t like being rough.
I act all high and mighty,
See myself as big, Aphrodite.

So as I show my skills in manipulation,
The real me agrees to stipulation.
“Don’t show yourself, you’re too weak!,”
So the real me will never speak.

The real me sits in my room at night,
Thinking of ways to make this right.
But what’s done is done,
And now ‘I’ am the only one.