Slipping Words

I feel a great gap between

who I want to be

and

who I am.

Surely the entire world sees

and knows

that this face is not

the true one.

Perhaps that

is why I have no

words

for you.

Nor do I believe

the ones you have

for me.

And the ones

in me

slip like water through my fingers.

I am not even sure

what my face

is like

though I am pretty

sure

it doesn't look

like it

should.