This is me,
But the truth is-
There's much more beneath the surface
I'm not talking 'bout the bones
Or the flesh beneath my skin,
If you look into my mind,
You'll see a portrait from within.
My eyes are two glass windows
Smeared with colour stains,
There's an endless rush of brightness
Always pulsing through my veins
I feel hope among the stars-
Cosmic blossoms of the dark,
I don't always find my way
On the journeys I embark
I am at a crossroads
Now knowing where to go,
But I've ways stood up straight,
Despite carrying cargo.
My face is not my only worth,
See the truth:
This is me.
This poem also exists in visual form, as it is one of my college art sketchbook projects :) Each verse is a different picture, a part of me. Try to imagine it in your mind how that would look like.
