Im shy...

People sometimes see the superficial me....the me where smiles are common and jokes make the day of people. The me where hurt and discontentment over rule any of my joyous shallow self.
when you try and think about it, there are a lot of things that people don't know. I hope to hide myself to preserve something that I don't want to show. It generally is the idea of selfishness and the ability of openess to share.
I can say that I can be open to people but at times, it seems so hard for me to connect. I may be just one average joe being able to pass by without people noticing me. I am a figment of the transparent populace that make up the general public. usually marching like mindless drones.
If I ask myself, who am I? the question that goes addressed are 1.) what do people see me? 2.)To define me? 3.) To generalize me?
I may not be a lot of things but it clearly seems to be that part and parcel of my existence is presence. I wish I had presence...the presence that other people have!!!!
I may not be the perfect entity whom all should bow down...nor I am the clear worshiper of idols...I am mediocrity at its finest...
