Who are you? I ask

every time you pass by,

as I try my best to deny

that there is a version of you

whom I can never identify.

I think it will always remain a mystery to me,

regardless of how much time passes by.

Does it matter? U ask

every time i try to know more about you

as if no one asked you this before

as if it was very out of the blue

it makes me feel stupid

but i cannot help but wonder

why are you so restricted?

what kind of situations were u put under?

it is none of my business

i know that very well

but are u never curious?

about what people don't tell?