You think of me like you want me to be, someone who is free at soul and never wary. Someone very fragile, delicate or someone whose world doesn't seem to be as scary. You know me and only know the parts of me I want to reveal. For if there's something I know, it's what all to show and what all to conceal. And I hold secrets in my eyes, an unknown, unseen, unfathomable side to me. Something you might even look at but something you'll never see. My entire being is mere facades put together in a perfectly appealing harmony. I have gone so far to conceal myself, I am no less a living, walking armory. Mahek K.