On the Surface and Between

What you see is not what you get
On the surface it's pretty and all
Peel the layers away; it's mouldy and old
Deep, dark, ugly truths not wanting to be told
What could a smile mean?
So many ways of smiling; how could you tell what
Someone's thinking . . .
If you look into the mirror, on the surface and between
Do you know who you see
Or are you escaping from that person?
It's not easy to like him/her
But we aren't manufactured by society
So much fabrication . . .
On the surface and between
Don't know where to turn,
Life is complicated, threaded
On the surface and weaved in between.
I want to run away and hide
Under all this surface; I want to know
What's in between.

- Cynthia C.
2006