Enigma.

Your efforts to coerce me to bloom will be all for naught.

Allow your efforts to wash away in the rains of time.

Never will I reveal my true self to another soul.

Never will I show my face under the starry night sky.

Never will I show my eyes to you.

Never will I shine.

Never will I step into the spotlight for others to see.

Never will I show you who I am.

I exist just how a lotus exists.

The lotus never reveals her secrets to another.

I was not born from searing hatred, nor skin ripping cold.

I am real, I can feel, I exist.

Nonetheless, no one will ever gaze upon the emotions within me.

The spectrum from sadness to joy will remain behind closed lips.

I just am as this just is as just you are.

I remain behind the fan, behind the lenses, behind the door, behind the walls, behind the human I reside in within this lifetime.