Me

If you could see who I really am,
If you could see my soul,
If I was a window easily peered through,
If you could see how I can see,
Maybe you could arrange my unspoken words and deploy my voiceless emotions.
You could find the impetus, the catalyst, the reason I am who I am,
What I weep for,
What I laugh for,
What fills me with fright,
What fills me with joy,
The cause of the melancholy,
The cause of the thrill.
You could finally understand me.
If anyone could, it’s you.