I'm not who you think.

I'm not who you think, Beyond the surface lies a chink, My thoughts and dreams are unique, My scars run deep, not just a tweak. I'm not the label you gave, A complex soul, beyond the crave, My words, my deeds, I'll pave, To be who I am, not a slave. Don't judge me by the cover, My story is yet to uncover, I'm not who you think, but rather, A beautiful mess, a wildflower.