Sharing

Who among you knows my name

Enough to call me as I am?

To see beyond the former self?

To view me as a person again?

And not as the one time, one man fad?

Because I hate small talk and then

But love not having to meet again

With the same old misconception mold

Which tries to reshape our conversation

Back into the ways of old

Because that was an outdated version of me

And I have reasons for which I seek

to share only certain portions of me

In a world where I am not at ease

Because if I always would let them in

Everyone could see me, and everyone could judge me

And that just simply couldn't be

Because within the looking glass

There are so many sides to me, most humbly

And no one yet has proven themselves

Enough to be considered... trustworthy