Not that Guy

I'm not the guy you think you see
The realization of imagery
The kind of guy I'd like to be
I'm not the guy you see in me

My epidermis fits the mold
And looks like him I'm often told
But underneath it's dark and cold
And far too small to fill the hold

I play the part---at least I try
But the inner me is not that guy
And though I hate myself and wonder why
It doesn't make me more that guy

I'm not the guy you think you see
Though someday I aspire to be
Then he and I will turn to we
And be the guy you see in me