Personality: Split

Here in this room I am a solved equation,

Simple and uncomplex, a family face,

Equally sans ability to occasion

Alarm or curiosity or disgrace;

. That face a map by which beholders drew

The partly likable, partly irritant picture:

Person, opinion, impulse rarely true-

While underneath, the Lie's invisible stricture

Tightens on agony, binds the smiling cheek

Into its verisimilitude of form.

Mouth, speak no names they never heard you speak;

Heart, throttle down your isolated storm;

Subtle and insignificant, pale Mind

Treads its allotted rut with all due care,

Blunting the accent, blurring its foreign kind:

Another truth, another color hair.