Sometimes I feel so transparent,
Drowned in oblivion.
Like people can just see through me,
And yet, I’m so opaque.

I have so much to tell,
And yet so much to hide.
Thoughts rush in like the open waves,
But they flow out, like lava.

Sometimes I feel so open,
So ‘there’ for all to see
People can just read my thoughts,
I have nothing for me.

Yet sometimes I feel so closed,
So worked up within,
That I don’t get to move about
And I just can’t breathe.

I don’t know why these thoughts come up,
But from time to time they do,
Sometimes I’m non-existent, sometimes I’m life itself,
But I guess, these are secrets, nobody knew.