Origami me

in their eyes
I can become
the one they expect
when I fold myself
into the origami
of their fantasy
of who I should be
All my virtuosity
on display

The one I am
hides underground
imperfections
peccadilloes
sequestered in my heart
Not bursting forth
to define me
But cloistered
for personal perusal
afraid the light
may expose
Unexpected delights
Unacceptable pleasures
Guilt ridden gratification
to be examined only by me
when they vacate
my mind
And leave me to
my truth