this poem is looking for a title

[myveryown_nemesis]

I have no desire to publish my soul 
for the entire world to see,
and yet I tell you 
without conceit of who I need to be.

You tell me what I want to hear.
You show me what I cannot bear. 
You seek the treasure and the defect hidden in the truth.

I cannot trust my own words,
I leave that task to you.

2025.06.21