Undercover, Spy-like
Wondering if I'm your type
Take a quick guess to
Figure out this mess;
You simply cant-
My words are overdressed.
You can never tell.
Features adorning a mask
of pure  insincerity- Alas!
What I am or what I may be
The lies are always some kind of me.
You don't know me, Nobody does
For I've never known
How to blindly trust
Leaving it behind
Every ******* time
The past continues to turn to dust
A path of ashes
trailing behind me
Lingering at
my frozen feet
I am suspicious mystery-
Incognito history.