How many times have we felt, that the person in front of you is'nt what he/she seems? Maybe he's as different for you as he's for everybody else. What I'm talking 'bout is the masks put on to show only a small part of ourselves to others. Its not bad, its just a way of the mind, a cocoon, to protect us from repeating past experiences. None of them show our complete self. However, there's always someone who we feel safe to open up to, nothing to gain or lose, who we're completely natural with. I might be a million things, but who knows who I am? They might be joyful, they might be in pain, but in your sight, are the blanks that remain. You see my eyes, you see my mind, but the darkest of them, is what you'll find. You see my face, but can't get through, you can't see the thoughts I dwell into. In my eyes are pictures of the past, my mind paused in their remembrance. Inside my face, a tenderloin, filled with regret, waiting for another chance. They see my face, they think its true, but the truest of them, is seen by you. No desires for you that I have, nothing hidden, nothing saved; Nothing to give, that you might ask, and thus for you, I dispel the mask.