What You See
This outward appearance is simply,
A carefully constructed facade.
All that would truly constitute me,
Has been buried in places you can’t reach.
Much of me lies in zeroes and ones,
Stored away, controlled by a motherboard.
Personality traits locked away,
Only appearing in private times.
Schisms between me and perceived me,
Found scattered across the worldwide web.
A persona of intimacy,
Held in reserve for a chosen few.
I will reveal only what I choose,
You must accept what is presented.
This is all that I can be right now.