No matter what you think and speak of me,
You will never know me,
I don’t care what you think of me,
Because truth be told,
You’re going to think and say what you want of me anyway.
But how you portray me will never define me.
I know who I am,
You never will.
I am often misunderstood.
I am a puzzle you will never complete.
You can try to put together the pieces,
You can make up your own stories about me.
But you will never get it right.
You will never know me.
You will never understand me.
So quit trying to define me.