Category : Poems
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They only know about me what I tell them,
But I keep my thoughts hidden in my mind
And I don't talk to anyone about them.
They see in me what they think I am,
But the story of my life cannot be
Known by everyone.
I have no friends,
Only a few curious people
Who want to gossip about me further.
I put myself in a shell
And if I want to listen to stories,
I better read a book,
I at least learn something good from them.
I have no more words to explain,
I have no intention of revealing myself,
Bad people, good people,
The real me is hidden
In the eyes of those who look at me,
Talking back to me without words.