Parallel Universe

As a child, to not upset the giants,
I learned not to reveal all that I felt,
and to not ask certain questions. Silence,
more than not, curbed abuse from being dealt.

As a result, as an adult when in
any sort of line, or in any sort
of office, or even when I have been
with close friends or with a loving consort,

there persists to exist a hidden sphere
of sensitive, unspoken conceptions,
which with its impassive, opaque veneer
masks world of startling, willful perceptions.

So, with me, what you get is what you see,
but what you see is never all of me.