I am not what you see
Whether ugly or beautiful
Fabulous or forgettable
In your eyes
This visage is a mirage
A mishmash of random genes
A splish-splash of changing scenes
A laughable disguise
I am not what I seem
Whether strong or pathetic
Uninteresting or magnetic
In your unseeing
This mystery is a history
A storm-form of wild schemes
A whirl-swirl of bright dreams
A brilliant being
— Wayne Visser