From the outside I am a simple human,

However, it’s not my seemingly effortless ways that are blooming,  

It’s my creative complexity that I am hiding,

Waiting for it's first sighting.

From the outside I am a Lone wolf,

Watching life go by, sitting on a roof,

Acting proud of my independence,  

When really I am constrained by my personal repentance.

From the outside I am just another face in the crowd,

Neither ashamed nor proud,

But just like my quietness…

My muted-boldness stands out.