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In the quiet moments of my despair
I sit and wonder who is really there
If not myself, who is it then
This unknown self, who haunts me once again
I knock, I beg, I seek and cry within
For this unknown self to be my friend
But as always she does hide
Behind the masks I wear inside
So elusive and mistrusting she is of me
The reasons are many that haunt even me
My heart her soul has many times touched
A gentle reminder that she loves me so much
Yes a gentle reminder that she's always there
Even during the times when no one else cares
This self that hides so very deep within
Can only be known every now and then.
