By my reflection

I wrote this,
So that you may never truly know me.
Save by my own assumptions,
A cover judged by its book and no other.

For just as glass reflects a little light,
So we only see a glimpse,,
Of that which learns to talk and walk,
But deeper currents still darker stalk.

Contextualize if you must,
This man is worthy, this woman good,
Action, deed and thought combine,
To tell each story in its time.

Are we even honest with ourselves?
Then again, who would want to be?
Self denial serves no worth,
And self deceit is simply living.

"And you're not the 'Man who fell to Earth' you're 'The man of La Mancha'.