I create pictures of you in my mind,
But the real you is that and some combined.
The real you is quite more complex,
You're something more perplex.
The more I look the deeper you go,
Something I had once not seen, today you bestow.
What is the depth of your true intention?
Which emotions have your most attention?
Is the real you something like me?
Does hiding your shadows make you feel free?
Is this new feeling of sadness shining a light on your shadows?
Making them flee to which they expose?
Is the real you a never before seen?
It scares me to think you may be obscene.
