I can’t begin to explain to you, who I am.
I can’t begin to describe to you, what I’m about.
Figure it out for yourself.
Don’t label me because of your insecurities.
I’m beautiful, with or without your opinion.
I’m amazing, with or without your exception.
Define what you see in your eyes.
Explain in detail, how you perceive the world.
I want to know.
Am I nothing more than an image?
Nothing more than a somebody?
Or do I have a name?
Personality?
Face?
Soul?
Do I have anything in your eyes?
Or am I just a somebody?
