Is There More...

Is There More...

I see the beauty on the outside everyday, but I never really get to see who you really are.

I love the beauty that you carry, but I don't know what you hold inside.

I compare you to all the others, but I hardly know you at all.

I see the way you walk, talk and act, but I never really know your intentions.

Somedays I think I'm beginning to know who you are, but the very next day you seem to be completly silent.

You seem to be perfect on the outside,

but is there more to you?