Never quite have I been one to enjoy truly being “seen”.

No one bothered to know my truth when viewing me upon a stage; there they could insert my self as a character in some other story which better suited their fancies.

Nothing which I performed for others was ever truly a reflection of my “self”.

Neither full honesty nor misdirection - everything which I displayed was an expression of my truth, yes.

Not, however, my truth in its entirety.

Nowhere amidst the lines of song did spectators attempt to read between them and view the full tale being told.

Nobody cared where the things those melodies that erupted such emotion in them originated from - just that they made them feel something.

No, I suppose the construction of the pieces isn’t all too important when receiving the finished result.

Never, though, knowing these things, dare to consider asking exactly *why* it is I do not enjoy being “seen”.

No one, it seems, ever truly sees me.