The beauty of my soul
Can never be expressed
The love in my heart
Never seen
The feelings I carry within
Ever hidden
And my mind
Never spoken aloud
I am not a word
To be understood
I am not a tool
To blindly follow orders
And I am no angel
Pristine, silently watching
I am a person
A deep Russian novel
With grit, and grain, and life
I have more layers
Than can ever be fathomed
Try not to comprehend me
Or bend me to your will
Simply try to accept me
And allow me to live
Just let me be
Myself