The Opening

These words flow from my mind and to the page like water,
As I open my self up to you,
And let you see the part of me I've hidden from so many,
Pressure that is so hard to release,
The fuel for my every breath,
Typing mindlessly and never knowing what will come of it,
Not caring,
I'm past that point,
This is me, the one whose face you may never see,
And if you do how can you know it's the real one?
All you can ever know to be true are my words,
In this form I can not lie,
To do so is to lie to my self.