It doesn't matter what it really is.
I want to rip off my label,
but it is attached to me on the inside.
Doesn't define any part of me.
I can be brilliant in the rarest ways.
Don't you dare look at me
and say things are so hard for me.
Never will I let you call me different.
I have two ears and one mouth.
Like everyone else, I don't always use them in
proportion.
I am naked under my clothes,
same as the rest of the world.
I can only express what's inside
through my words.
Sometimes it is done for me.
I feel no humiliation for the things I have to work on.
What have you worked on today?
Who do you care about?
Do you see past my label?
The truth about the label is,
it's hardly nothing.
It's not me.
I'm not it.
Tells me what to work on.
What are you working on?