Within Somebody's Head

You never know what's going on
Within somebody's head.
We follow clues but often
So much more is left unsaid.

Though body language gives off hints
We never can be certain
That what's presented matches with
The truth behind the curtain.

What's on display for folks to see
Has passed an inner censor
So often we are left with fluff;
Reality is denser.

And sometimes when facades are cracked
The view might make us queasy.
We therefore rarely dig too deep;
The effort's never easy.