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.
