Unsure

I see doubt
In the eyes of the unknowing
I see fear
Bolstering my selfish pride
I see hate
Creeping forward and still growing
I see love
And I wish I had more time

I could hope,
But is hoping worth the effort?
I could act,
But would acting do the trick?
Sometimes I think too much,
Sometimes not quite enough,
Why is it that we put on skins so thick. . .?