so steady on the platform

So steady on the platform, you know the trains.
Why so sure of yourself each day?
Do you think that's what people want in another?
How about uncertainty? Or not having all the answers -
Just once.
Perhaps others will see your confusion as endearing,
May be offer you some help -
And then you might not feel as lost and alone.
Yet as much as I hide my eyes
No one struggles to gaze into them.