Just Like You

I'm just like you

I'm scared too

of so many things

what if's and unanswered questions

people and actions

but you can't escape fear

you can only avoid it

for as long as possible

until you conquer it

(but we all know that that's impossible)

I sometimes wonder if they can see it

if they somehow just know

how afraid I am

how delicate I am

yet still, aloof

trying not to show how much I really care and notice

and thereby forming a mindset of my own

taking over the one inside

It's strange

how

different the theoretical me I conjure alone and so late at night

is from the real me, surrounded and interacting with people

or should I say, that that is the tangible me, the action side of me

as opposed to the theoretical

that doesn't seem to exist

consider the saying

"Actions speak louder than words"

then the me that ponders

does not exist

so then,

who am I?