I'm a social butterfly, you'd never know-
with the way I hide my eyes,
behind books with words that come alive,
every time I turn the page.
I have talent beyond my years,
open, and free-flowing, something I just feel;
though silent, music is what I hear,
never fit to be contained.
I'm the hardest person to figure out,
layers beneath layers, always going North and South;
puzzle of a picture, without a doubt,
not compelled to ever change.