You will never really know who I am in fact;
I may laugh my head off or even if I may cry
You will never really know who I am in real;
how deep you look or how hard you may try
I always wear a mask, I don’t reveal myself;
I lurk behind the shadows, I hide so very well
You will never look into my heart or my soul;
well-guarded, you will never get past the shell
I don’t hide because I am evil or that I am bad;
oh that too I am, a grey mix of shadows and light
I hide as the care is reciprocal, there is no love;
I hide as there is only business, wrong or right
I am both dead and alive, delusional and aware;
I am both yes and no, conflict and eternal strife
Delusions of grandeur and an awareness of life;
conflict of desires and the struggle – a sharp knife
You will never find me, a fact that I am so sure of;
it’s not a challenge, just a statement and so very true
You will never find me, is a fact that so frightens me;
you will never love me, is a truth that I always knew