Of Me

It is obvious we hold different perspectives of me
I am not seen in your eyes as my eyes can see
There is not a single true reflection that deflects from your glass
That represents my present, future, or immediate past
Maybe I am pretending
Depending on the circumstance
But maybe you"ll see the real me if you should take a second glance
People never liked me for too long
So it is my pleasure to prove you wrong

There is a slight glimpse of intelligence when your eyes are impaired by negligence 
There are still silly people thinking I have never done a thing evil
Believing their deceitful minds 
That everything I do falls perfectly in line 
With the truth
But...Is it true? 
Not even I am completely convinced about the things that I do
So how could you?

I've been thinking 
How much do we know ourselves 
When we see our friend's face more than we see ourselves
That is just my thought 
But if it has gotten you thinking 
Maybe this is something that you should start imagining 

No doubt I can strike an interest in your mind 
Depending on your interest kind 
I can make you love this when I'm finished
And as well make you hate me in a minute 
Many believe they know 
But no 
They know just enough to be ignorant