Feeling insecure, are we?

we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...

Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
       (don’t be alarmed
        dear, it isn’t really mine,
        this is only stage make-up...
        and I put it on sometimes,
        when I want to hide
        or pretend to be
        anyone but me...
        You understand, don’t you?)

Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
       (I fancy them passionate purple and red,
        but you disagree
        claiming they’re deceitful green.
        and when they float
        from my mouth
        dear, you’ll find they buzz
        around your ear,
        until they decide
        it is safe to crawl in.
        next, the decision is your's alone
                will you chew on them for the time being
                savoring what they have to offer,
                will you find them true
                and better than all that saccharin shit
                you’ve been eating up till now?
                will you be finicky, as you usually are,
                will you go in unwillingly,
                and find they are rotten
                will you spit them on the sidewalk
                and run quickly away?
                will you mold my words...
                like jell-o...or play-doh
                ...or kids with mashed potatoes...
                and then, when your new sculpture is complete
                ...a masterpiece in its own right...
                will you hand it back to me
                ...well, by then, it's not the same
                ...words switched, meaning’s changed)

Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)