it’s a mystery 2 me

it is a mystery 2 me, what does one see when they look at me? what does one hear? they look as if my talk is unclear.

y do they go around whispering in each other’s ears? they cannot educate each other on the ideology of me. or comprehend the complex make up which hold the secrets within me.

y am I looked upon as tho my soul has grown cold? And my peace of mind is on hold? it is bcuz of their glares piercing thru my soul. and yet 2 them I am still unknown.