Truth

People may talk,

right after looking at me.

their judgmental mind may see me,

as what they conditioned to see,

at those exclusive time,

but I don't care.

I may close my eyes,

and start to think,

blue printing what I suppose to be,

what I want to be,

what I see in me,

but that may not last long,

for what i see sometimes deceived,

so I don't care either.

What i care,

in all this being,

is to find something amongst what they see and what I see,

something legitimately mine,

that reflecting my own self,

something that I called,

the truth

"Know yourself, Know the truth."

Decoded from The Chinese