Sometimes I pretend to fool me
Peeking possibilities
Letting go of my personality
Disguising me to escape the truth

Sometimes I make myself a poet
To release stored emotions
Take refuge from loneliness
Tell the lies that make me true
Words that will not matter at the last moment

And so do my ways
Sketching my characteristics
Putting it all together, forming half of me
And the other half?
Became invisible?
Or was the draft that deleted?
Or no

Sometimes I do nothing
Especially when I try to be everything
I'm not shield'm no sword
In those moments... I do mute

And so do my ways
Sketching my characteristics
Putting it all together, forming half of me
And the other half?
Became invisible?
Or was the draft that deleted?
Or no