Why do I find myself

Hidden

In a book

In work

In my looks

It's what you see

And what I forget

Impossible to be

What I can let

Influence

My happiness

And my laugh

And my smile

Of sadness?

Of true bliss?

Hidden

By reality

By pain

My personal suffrage; I'm a fighter

My own

Existence?

No, I'll stay

Carefree