You see my past.

And I,

I can’t blame you -

it’s a little bit hard to ignore.

So

all that I ask, is look deeper,

search wider, ‘til you

see something more.

Who I am isn’t who I’ve been.

My present is not my past.

See who I have now become, and

don’t judge me so fast.

When you can only see where I’ve been,

that’s just one dimension of me. And how

can you know me,

hate me,

or love me,

until you’ve seen all three?