Misread

Stare at me and I stare through you.

Try to break in and still see the same view.

I don’t move through your eyes but that’s just a disguise,

Because my soul is dancing in peace deep inside.

Inside I carry a realm, unknown to you.

A place to retreat, to see things through.

But once again you see the same wall,

 A blank expression, a silent call.

It’s no use, you can’t break through.

I’ve spent years building this armour and its spent years with me too.

Validation isn’t needed, as I am content.

You can peer all you want but no hand will be lent.

It’s nothing personal, but that’s almost a lie.

See to you I’ll say it’s not, but to me I feel tied.

A perfect cover, you needn’t know what’s inside.

But ill tell you this now, it’s a euphoric high.

It’s still but ecstatic,

It’s observant but thrilled,

It’s reserved but chaotic,

It’s silent but free-willed.