You Only See

You only see what I want you to see

The tip of the iceberg on cold and dark sea

Below the waves there is much more to me

Some parts to a person I don’t want to be

You only see what I show in the light

The perfect, the polished, shining so bright

The shadows hiding the me that’s not right

Where the gray mixes with the black and the white

You only see what is chosen and shown

You see the soft flesh, but not to the bone

The depths to me of which little is known

Where fear and failure the heart does bemoan

You only see a parade of the best

Traits that are good and well-pass the test

You get the sweet fruit but none of the zest

Would you feel the same, if you saw all the rest?

You only see some, yet you know there is more

Unknown the reasons I am hiding it for

But more to me, of that you are sure

Knowing it’s me who must open that door

13 Responses to “You Only See”
  1. meenawalia says:

    Every human is imperfect but always shows his better side.But the ones who really love us will accept all our imperfections just like we will accept theirs..

  2. meenawalia says:

    Lovely poem.Thanks for sharing.

  3. Hauntingly beautiful!

  4. Hi Brad, lovely poem, enjoyed reading. we always have a choice to show only what we want to, mostly to protect ourselves, as you said who wants bitter zest.

  5. Love it, man. I think we all hide just a little bit and it takes someone really special to bring it all out of us. I’m not sure everyone gets the pleasure of finding that person, but in a perfect world, we all would.

  6. Jim Borden says:

    well said. and sometimes we may not know ourselves what we are hiding.

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