I’m more than just my name

I have scattered pieces of me, just like the game

These pieces of me lie only with the few

But even they have chances to discover something new

Few who know me better than the rest,

The ones who know I’m yet to begin my quest

Few with whom I have shared my insecurity

And those who have seen me love, with sincerity

The ones who have been my 3 am conversations

And those who know about my reservations

Few who have seen me turn ice cold

And been the part of stories that were left untold

Do understand that these pieces are not part of retail,

And depending on you, they have their own share of detail

In you, I leave these small parts of me

Only if you put them all together, you will know the real me

Surely it’s up to you whether to keep that piece of me in the future,

Or to join them together and make a complete picture.