I’m the best detective in the world

And the second

And the third

But that’s a secret, so don’t tell

My secrets I don’t easily sell.

I’m a patient voice you just can’t place

An unseen savior

A hidden face

But that’s a secret too, you see

None shall know my face but me.

I’m a last resort in your time of need

I’m meant to help

I’m meant to lead

But I’m afraid my name, I shall never tell

So if you must, please call me L.

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Secrets was written very slowly, and in little pieces, and I'm not sure I love how it turned out, but it is pretty much portraying how little everyone knows about L. He is a mystery on so many levels, and this poem really only scratches the surface.