Looking in the mirror I ask myself who I was. I walk around with my head up & chest stuck out, is this my problem.?! I look you in your eye when I talk to you, it's hard to lie looking me in this face. I am even a psychopath now from what's told, I am a miss understood person. I stand six feet three & a half inches tall, my weight is two hundred ninety seven pounds & dark as midnight. Fear not what you see from in front of you, but what sits with in that vessel. My cup over flows constantly, I have enough to share. What's wrong with what I see, I have to apologize for being me. I had to take a look and see what you see, scary looking individual. Looking in the mirror I still love me, maybe you should look in the mirror to see what you see.