THE REAL ME

A peek into my eyes and you see nothing.

I hide my emotions well, may be too well.

I am very good at it, the result of decades of practice.

Might even venture to say that I have mastered the art of emotional silence.

But I am not entirely closed off.

If you really want to know me, pay attention to my words and how I say each one.

My words give me away, I hide my emotions well, but my words betray that cause.

The truth is I can not tell a lie.

My body language speaks bold words of what am not.

It is only in my words and my soft spoken nature that, the true self is manifested.

My words emanate from this daunting body before you.

And as soon as you hear them, that strong faced, confident and intimidating me, decipates.

And all that remains is the soft words of a shy friendly soul.

The real me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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