The Picture of Me

Try to understand and look into my heart,
Before you are convinced, from what sets me apart.
Just like a painted picture, it displays a physical image.

Your visual concept of me is all you have
That's given...
From what you saw, what you heard, what you fear
Opinions and judgments carved up into your mind, and breathe
complex descriptions of the abnormal me...

Misjudged, misguided, guiled, rejected...
This image of me is what has protected the truth inside
That I hide beneath this opposite of all your lies...

You think you know...
Know the skin off my back, who I am, how I see, think, and hear...
The human consciousness has a sense to denounce and forbear everything….
Yes! Everything...

You'll never understand the nights I suffered...
Suffered from verbal and mental fatal abuse, discrimination, rejection
So you never ever saw my artistic abilities and all; my voice, knowledge, determination, experience, and creativity were to be left unseen.

All you have is this painting,
A mere image of me...
And so I'm disinclined from almost everything....

And just to think about it, your controversial opinions are only existent in your dreams and fantasy...
So you paint a wrong picture of me...

The ones who will see it clearly will look into my eyes,
and look into my heart to understand the truth that I seek morally everyday
in a world that is not promised the day afterwards.