I hide behind a smile and keep my face so still, But buried in my heart are feelings that could kill. I sometimes stop and wonder how people do not see. The depth of the sadness hidden within me. People say the gateway to your soul is through your eyes. But if that's really true why does no one realise? What is it people see in me when they look deep inside? Do they see the tears I've hidden, begging to be cried? No one really gets me, or understands how I feel. People see in me what they want, not what's real. Some see me as a monster or a very fiendish man. They think I try to act as vile as I can. Some people think I am the most arrogant around. So they try with all their might to smash my ego to the ground. But I guess I can not blame them for not seeing through the lies. How could anyone know me when I'm wrapped within a guise. Part of the problem is my skill at using such sweet words. I say things just-so, and leave a lot inferred. My poetic words and calm facade leave a lot unseen. Which is why no one knows what I truly mean. ):