What Do You Think When You See Me?

When you look at me,
What do you see? What do you think?
That I’m just another guy?
Look at my face,
Can you see my tears hiding behind the curtain of shame?
When you look at my clothes,
Do you see a successful student?
Or do you see a life on the streets
When you look at my skin
Do you see the color and what it represents?
Or do you see the character of the person with the skin
Do you see my smile?
Laughing, joyful, and happy
Or do you see the depression, guilt, and anxiety
When you look at my heart, my inner soul,
Do you think it filled with joy and love still healthy and breathing?
Or do you see the emptiness, broken, and slowly dying?
That is my heart… my soul?
So I ask you again,

What do you think?
When you see me,
Honestly?