Work Text:
My life is a just paradox,
An endless game of deception.
You think you know the real me,
But it is only a perception.
I keep the truth well hidden,
It is only the shell you see.
There is no way you’ll comprehend,
To know me, you need to be me.
My eyes may give me away,
If you care to look in deep.
The eyes are the windows to the soul,
It is there our secrets we keep.
I ask you not to judge me,
By what you claim to know.
You’ll never understand my life,
For the truth I’ll never show.