You may think you know me,
that you can predict my moves,
case my joints,
analyze my motives,
but you’re wrong.
I am more than what you see,
more than what you surmise.
Whatever you think,
think again –
I was framed…
How do you feel if I stop and stare?
Do you ever get tired of those who dare
to judge you by the way you look?
Would you rather your viewers open the book
and peek inside, to find your heart?
Are you short-changed if viewers’ art
Is limited to outside skin?
What are you really like, deep within?