You’ll never know the full me. For I will continue to wear this bag over my face as I watch the words that come out of my mouth so as to avoid any conflicts. It’s not that I won’t jump into a fire once it’s ignited but you have to strike the match in the 1st place. You might know the what, where and when of me but really never explore the why and how. I’ll just keep it quiet on a major part of my neuron space because I don’t want to be the reason for your high blood pressure. It’s sad though because I truly would like you to know the whole me not and not be hidden anymore. Maybe if you did we still could be friends?