How hard could it be for people to understand me
What is it that they see when they stand staring at me
Am I  a supernova that takes their breath away
or Am I a hurricane and they're all dead to be
Am I a garden filled with roses and daisies
or Am I desert with some sand and a bunch of maybe-s
Maybe we'll live, Maybe we'll die, Maybe a perfect storm will rise
They're all looking with their eyes
But no one looks through my heart
No one sees that masterpiece of art
No one knows me to the fullest
No one sees my scars of bullets
I am the lava of my own eruption
The mystery of my own deduction
The architect of my own destruction.