Self-Aware

A face well known, my brain reckons. Yet who Upon me gazes? His features reflect And reveal my own, and still I see two Images, each my own, nothing except. In flesh and in hindsight my mind conceives The bodice within it is held, but naught Becomes. Seeking self, my choice: thoughts to sieves. My finer thoughts escape on paper wrought. The self I see is not the self I feel, But this dichotomy mingles; becomes Human common to others, cast in steel, Socially judged with smart words unwelcome. My self as wanted seen resides within, Expression nearest truth is written kin.