I wonder what people think of me
As I walk into the room
Behind those eyes so kind
And yet so stabbingly cruel
Is their smile sincere?
And after I've gone my own way
Will they remember me?
And what things will they say?
Shallow wonderings about shallow thoughts
Would I change if they bid it so?
I surely hope that I would never be so weak
As to stoop that sadly low
So why then do I wonder
But simply to torture feelings
Into holding firmer convictions
Rebelliously fueled into being
So in truth they do in me light change
Their presence a spark to ignite
Self analysis which in turn
Guides me to the me I knew forthright