Some people make me wonder
About the secrets that they hide.
Confidence they radiate,
Insecurities are kept inside.
Does courage mask their fear?
Does survival instinct overcome
Any chance to show a weakness-
Any notion to succumb?
Is that really a sigh of boredom?
Or is it of despair?
One breath is so ambiguous,
A mystery of thin air.
Nobody can have it all together,
Or have it all figured out.
You can be calm on the outside,
But something inside will shout.
But why take on a personality
Larger than your reflection?
Why magnify your shadow,
And delight in that projection?
For the shadow that stretches far,
Elongated right after noon,
Is nowhere to be found,
When sun is replaced by moon.
There is always an extra layer
Of superficiality lying cover.
Can we never once be true?
May we never know each other?
The greatest blessing of all,
Is the privacy of the mind and thought.
There are surely matters not to expose,
But why display what you are not?