We all possess that spark of mystery
We remain an enigma to a degree
What goes on in our minds is not always certain
We tend to be more than just what people see
Do I ever hold back feelings?
In person, I am a master of disguise
But on the computer, there is that buffer
I can let down my guard; sometimes anything flies
The internet world does not see our eyes
Which as we know are the windows to the soul
We can be a freer with emotions that in person we hide
We give up the need for absolute control
There is no substitute for the human touch
We need it to live; it opens our heart
But sometimes the gift of anonymity
Is that it gives us the strength to fall apart