A Self Portrait

Me What you see is what you get One body, one man A hand shook and a person met Two arms, two legs Two fists, two eyes A self portrait is a portrait of shame But we do not see the same You cannot see the strain A self portrait is a portrait of gain I Who you see is depends on you Four eyes, two minds Why is the certainty that you spew? One soul, one kind One answer to a billion questions A self portrait is a portrait of shame But we do not see the same You cannot see the strain A self portrait is a portrait of the gain