portrait of reality?

it's been a recurrent theme: perspective
everyone sees things so differently
things we don't want to share, we shred but others gasp at the thought of destroying
the facades people see on us often don't reveal what we're feeling
a long week is nothing but a blip in time
my pain is nothing like yours
my months are organized in blocks descending from top to bottom

so, behind all these angles
that we use to contort our realities
so that we don't seem odd
but rather picture perfect models
who, when, where, how, why
do we show our true selves?

perhaps in hopes of finding a soul
who just by chance may see it the same way
have some inkling of understanding
and may just be the one person
who has an answer
to temper the storms with which we battle