Hated by those who know me the most,

They know, I can never be known

I have gone on, faking it a lot

For I know it can never be blown.

Songs, poems, blogs

they think can define me

I am laughing at that very thought

Given up the essence within me

I-can-think, beyond recourse

The freedom, The God

The innocence is broken

Unspoken words I have

dreams that are stolen I know

I know not, thus I can say

But you can’t listen;

you will have to speak instead

The unknown now isn’t that surprising

Instead it is the very same

it’s hiding.

The same reflection that I seek not

I stand besides the sorrow I gone

My life, my pain, my shot!