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.