Mystery

I  am a mystery mostly to myself
Others see my acts  better than I can
And they see my face with its expressions
Again I see just the reflection in their face
So maybe we could ask, yet I feel afraid
As if I might see the head of the Gorgon
Or you might see me like that
You might say wounding words
Why do I fear that?
Mostly  people don’t look at us so much as we fear and hope