I jump deftly outside myself
to see the socially constructed me
The conversation is almost amusing
As I look at me interestedly
Do you know the real you, I ask?
Or do you really live the charade?
How elaborate the layers that surround me
Trying to conform, but alienating I from me
As we begin to negotiate across the fence
I suddenly cannot see me
The camera becomes the photograph
I have begun the road to realization.