People are nothing like their pictures.
They capture nothing of their nature.
only their brightest or most beautiful side.
That’s not what most days are like.
If I had to guess,
I’d probably be wrong,
but I’d find comfort in my judgments.
All sussed out,
Like I’d figured every possibility
and logic would denote exactly
what your hiding.
The way that I’ve been judged
and the confessions that I’ve witnessed
make me believe
that we all feel terribly
at one time, or another,
or too many.
And we have only ourselves to save.
By erecting a façade
and setting boundaries.