Identity Crisis

I know you
you think you know me
but do you
really?
How can you be so sure?
You know
what I look like
the color of my hair
my eyes
my outside
You know
only the pieces
I let
you
see
And even those
are
a
distorted
illusion
of
a
mask
that I create
to face
the outside world
Notice
that I never
look you in the eye
the clever way
I let my hair hang
the frumpy mess
of a wardrobe
Do you know
what lies
the lies
what lies
underneath it all?
Are you brave enough
to try
and find
me?
Underneath
the skin
the scars
the outer layer
that I think is bulletproof
and shatter resistant
is where
it
all
begins
it
ends
And I hold the power
in my hands
my hands
to either
let you in
or shut you out
to make it pretty
as ugly can be
or tear it all down
and the blood
will drip
and pool on the floor
and I will
take my hands
take my fingers
and write
the answer
the answer to the question
the question
that you've been dying
to know the anwer to......
Who am I?

If I only knew.....