My face is my soul’s window;

you can see the real me right through.

I try to hide my emotions

thinking others have no clue.

But you diagnose transparency

and you know me much too well.

I think I’m so smooth and guarded

though I’m as open as words can tell.

Laughing at my childish delusion,

I see I must now embrace

the new realization

that I have a window for a face.