Nobody knows me.
Some know parts of me,
Others know other parts of me.
But the puzzle has never been fully assembled.

They think they can tell me who I am,
But they’re just telling me who they want me to be.
I wish they knew,
But I like the mystery.
I like interacting,
But solitude is best.

If I give away too much,
It’ll hurt more.
I won’t be myself
Because I’ll have given all of myself away.