Beneath the surface
You just may see

The heart and soul
That reveals the real me

To the question in passing
I hear “How are you?”

“I am well” I respond
For the truth may not do

Infrequently shown
what my heart hides so well

In the depths of my soul
There is much more to tell

And to whom do I pour
These ramblings to

To whom do I show
This real person to

From nightmares recurring
haunting me day and night

To dreams unrealized
In the early morning light

Those willing to hear
Are but a few

Yet they recognize and say
“Yeah, I see it too.”

To most the facade
Is all that they see

But few take the time
To know the real me.

They are the ones
I am willing to tell

And they are the ones
Who love me as well