There’s the person you are.
There’s the person you wish to be.
There’s the person you think you are.
There’s the person others think you are.
There’s the person you think others think you should be.
There’s the person your mother sees.
There’s the person your lover sees.
There’s the person your child sees.
There’s the person your neighbor sees.
There’s the person a stranger sees.
There’s the person your ally sees.
There’s the person your enemy sees.
There are so many persons in one single person.
It simply depends who’s looking.
