The Riddler
Riddle me this
Do you really know who I am
could I be who you see
what appears I may be
Is my laugh real
or can you feel
My brush
Dreams
Hopes
Fading in a touch
Untouched?
They say
every picture tells a story
But do they really have a clue
what's inside of you
of me
Or the fact
of what they see
inside their own mirrors
Playing tag with what's hidden
below the surface of escape?
Lonely wears many hats
Comes in different colors
suited for various styles
But you and I know
what stains the hurt
stops the show
Or do you?
Riddle me that...