Missed Personality
It really looks peaceful when you see
A man on a bench sitting reading his phone
But it could be the act of contumacy
His vehement dream to stay alone
Similarly, what do they know about me
May have nothing to do with reality
I don't bother to conceal a mystery
Anyhow I'm a missed personality
So what’s real, no one can say for certain
They can only guess and suppose
I say howdy and smile, an invisible curtain
Slightly moved, but remains closed.
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