though i am the sound in your head

you know nothing of me

you know nothing of the way my hair lays on my head if at all

nor do you know the length of my nose

you know nothing of how my voice cracks when excited

and yet you think you know my voice

the only voice you hear is the one in your head

we will never be able to describe the voice in our head the way we intend

because our voices are from different lives and experience different wonders

you know nothing of the heart that beats with passion and lust

yet you think you know my intentions

you know nothing of my kindness or sadness

nor will you understand who I am

the one thing we have in common

you will never know who i truly am, nor i with you

you must decide if the anonymity is a thrill, or a threat