Look At Me

Look at me please, I am hollow.

Just a projection of what I think you want to see, what I think will make you like me.

I have done the work, forgotten the learned behaviour. But it seems I have replaced it with a more dangerous and vacuous style. 

A one-dimensional style that focuses inwards, projecting only the most glorious moments of my life lived as a facade for all I run from. 

Look at me; I am hollow.

May I ask what you really see?