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What is it that you see when you look at me?
With those pensive eyes, smiling
As if a story is waiting to be told
But there is silence, louder than I can bare
With so many thoughts that you could share
And yet you take a minute to delicately create a moment
In which you are the game show host and I am the clueless contestant
Do you see my flaws or unusual habits?
Or my pain that I try so hard to hide
To which my facial expressions must abide
But I cannot tell, for you are too hard to read
So I will wait here patiently until I figure out the answer
And when that happens I will be the winner