On the surface
Maybe I am disheveled, unkempt
On the surface
Maybe I exude beauty, perfect face, perfect hair
On the surface
Maybe I appear haughty or cold
On the surface
Maybe I appear frightened or shy
On the surface
Maybe I appear approachable, welcoming
On the surface
Maybe I seem unfriendly and angry
On the surface
I may appear to be many things
But it’s all on the surface
You do not know me
You know not my joys or trials
My challenges, my pleasures
You do not know me
So, why?
Why do you judge me?
You think you know me
You do not
You know my surface
But not my tender underbelly
Or tender heart
That I protect
With angry scowls
To keep you away
It’s only surface living
That you see
You do not know me
Or the depth of my being
Or the depth of any human being
If all you see,
All you know,
Is on the surface
