I hide.
You may think
That it’s what I like,
To hide,
In the shadows,
The milling crowds,
Or the quiet
Of the countryside.

Truth be told,
I no longer know,
If I’d like to show
Myself,
All of me,
For the world to see.

And so I hide,
Behind the hair
Falling over
My countenance,
And the black
Of my oversize jacket
So also the shades.

I hide.
It is quite simply,
The only way,
I know to live.