Behind the Mask

Am I good  or am I  bad?
Am I Happy or just Sad?
Whatever you might think or say
you only see what I portray.
Perhaps I am your better self
the one you strive to be,
or just a shadow of the image that I let you see.
I hide behind the words I speak,
The  smile so very  languidly,
with gentle ease ,appears in view..
but none of that is  me…..
No one knows of all my fears
or things I aspire to..
You only know the person that
I care to show to you.
But is that any different from each of us I say?
Our face is janus and we never really know which way
we face,..is it the side that makes us someone  nice to know?
Or maybe not, but shows the face of one we should not show.
Can horror hide its thrust behind a painted smile?
and kindness be an empty move we practice for a while.
You don’t know me....
You never will....
Enigma is my name,
but I’m in perfect company
as we are all the same.