Hidden Exhibitionist

I just want to be seen,
but not to see me.
I want you to see a lie,
and not really to be seen.

I feel that I should rhyme,
To try and show my skill.
And when you are impressed
Is when I’ve had my fill.

That is when I let up,
The rhyme begins to fade.
As when I’m on my own
I let down my facade.

I pretend to be something I’m not,
But instead that I’d like to be.
I have the values, but they’re hard to follow
Am I truly...?!