Him

Cold on the outside, he looks so stiff

Hiding his emotions with a straight face

Stays on his own most of the time

Looks unfriendly, but that's not the case

He thinks too much, speaks too less

An ocean of thoughts he holds within

He may not express himself that often 

But he's proud in his own skin

He hides his talents behind a mask 

Too modest and harsh on himself

He likes to stay inside his own bubble

Maybe he's scared to show his true self 

Life hasn't always been kind to him

But he stood strong and faced it with all his might

For he was never understood or appreciated enough 

Hence these are a few lines that I write

Your eyes tell stories that the words can't

Calm like an ocean, radiant like the sun

Your smile is so bright that could light up a dark night

Pleasant like the evening, a blissful one.