I saw you looking at me,
but my eyes were too concealing.
I want to know what it was you saw in me
while my smile was really deceiving.
Most days you think that all is fine with me,
and many days I want to think that too.
But to be honest, I can barely keep it together,
for inside I am troubled and blue.
I cannot tell a lie, but I donít always reveal
the many troubles I carry inside.
So when you look deep into my eyes,
why canít you see the hurt that I try to hide?
Please, would you try to look deeper,
so you can glimpse my trepidation and pain?
Youíll see there too my imperfections,
many of which are covered with tearstains.
Iíll need your comfort, and loving support,
once you've seen what Iíve kept at bay.
Then I will ask you once more what you saw in me
that time the other day, and then what you see in me today.