No matter how much time you spend with me.
No matter what you think you know.
Whatever your beliefs may be,
There is one thing that is so.
This "thing" no person can comprehend.
One can study it for all time
yet remain clueless in the end.
Now as you read my poem
there is something you may ask:
"What kind of creature is this?
Its life must be quite a task,
for it is lonely this I see."
I answer you now with deep regret,
this misunderstood "thing" is me.

No one knows what im really like
but they seem to think they do.
Im described as a drummer and smart,
I say that im caring too.
No one knows how I cry at night.
They don’t know my sorrow.
My friends don’t know how I fight
to make it to tomorrow.

I’ve never let anyone know
about my other side.
The side that likes to watch the sunset,
or the graceful oceans tide.
No one ever knows about
the sensitive part of me.
They don’t know how I feel
and this they’ll never see.

No one knows how I look up at night
gazing at the stars above.
They don’t know that on the first stars' light,
I wish for my one true love.
She's the only one that could ever understand.
the only treasure I'll ever want,
more so than all the land.
As I stand there alone
looking out across the sea.
No one knows of my silent wish
that you were here with me.