Just Acting.

People say I am as open as an open book,
                                    (I've never understood the phrase)

They say they can almost see my thoughts,
                   they say they can almost touch them,

So I wonder...
           Can they really?

Do they see the dark clouds that roam through my mind?
                                    Not likely,
                                      they'd be scared of the thunder in them.

Do they feel my turmoil when you walk in?
                Can they feel the huricane inside my brain?
                                   Not likely, they wouldn't be able to sit so still.

Do they see how your presence makes me spiral down a waterfall?
                                    Can they feel me crashing on the rocks bellow?

People Say they can almost see my thoughts,
Can they really?
           
I tell them that perhaps,
                perhaps they just see what I want them to see,
                         perhaps I am the mastermind of deception.
         They laugh at the notion
They call me silly,
They say its my eyes that give me away,

Still I wonder can they really see me,
                                                 and smile as they do?
             Perhaps they can.
Perhaps we are all just oscar worthy actors,
trying to steal the protagonist role from one another