sonnet You see your self

You see your self as soft and easy going
I see you more as often weakly willed
You see your self as favour overflowing
I see you more as pleasing surplus milled
You see your self as fine informed and knowing
I see you more as diary bound and drilled
You see your self as spiritually hoing
I see you more as tribulations tilled
You see your self a brittle picture pane
A mean thin gauge which lasts tough enough
I see you more as frontier forge drawn stuff
Your minor warp distorting clouds in vain
You see you yet in not the way I do
And in between the two lies who is who
Chorus do act behave