There is a peace in knowing my writing isn't known
My face is but a picture on the screen, as it is seen
Frozen in time, a reflecting smile of a moment of seeming hapiness
but maybe, that's a lie.
You wont know my thoughts, the silent ones that don't rhyme
For it is only what I lay before you, that you will
I don't know,
whatever suits you.
These thoughts of mine, you'll never know
until you learn to read between the single line that exists
somewhere beneath my mind.