Changing images

This face in the mirror is emotionless These thoughts are filled with lifeless dreams and eventful recklessness Understanding the consequences of my actions but not how they came to be Confused of the fact that I know who I am but I cant be that way all the time So instead of seeing the stud I really am, I sees nothing So why do you love me? I'm far from perfect I studder at times when I'm talking I wear sweats all the time I hate crowds and can't sit still Yet you still love me I only know who half of me is And yet you seem to find out me more about me then I do of myself How can this be? How do you see right through me like a transparent object or a test subject under a microscope? It doesn't make since But still, your love for me is undeniable My studness is hidden when around certain people But you bring it out, allowing me to just be me and taking these lifeless dreams to actionable memories With the image in the mirror changing from nothing to You and Me