I wonder often; just what do you see?
I'll tell you tomorrow what I think of me.
Though the truth of it all might lie, lost in between....
What you see, and I think, and we each believe.
I try so hard to decide what to be;
That I'm building up legends and buried beneath.
You think I'm loving but I know I'm mean,
And you think I'm strong and I know I'm weak.
So here in my head I play hide and seek...
Hoping and dreading that you will find me.