Everyone wants to be me,
Their words say:
"You are such a beauty,
Your thoughts are vast,
Your words are gold,
Your hands are art,
And you shine like a star."
They want to be me
No, that's not me
They want my image,
Not how it was captured
I live my day,
Without a concept or a context
Everything about me is a mess.
I looked in the mirror until I am perfect,
Overthink until connection emerges,
Write until my words make sense,
Draw and redraw until something takes shape,
And Act innocent until i am given attention.
Everyone wants to be me
But I was never me
They desired the character they've created
A character like me
A mirage of what they see.
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