He is your average guy
In a hood
Always there alone in his grey hood

Not bothered about you, me them
Just him
He's not timid I know that much

Not a conversation specialist either
Never interested in talking to you
Me
Them
Talks to himself though, enjoys it

Sometimes It feels he likes he's hiding face
I wonder what's his secret identity ?
I reach for his hood
He doesn't like that, he really doesn't like that

So much anger in his eyes
Lots of sadness too
Your eyes, through them i see it
Ravaged battlefields,  how many times did you have to battle yourself
Alone
How many times did you want cry out
But you felt no one would listen?
Who are You?