I am not what others
Think me to be
But I am what I think,
Myself to be.

I am not what others,
Hear from me, when I speak 
I am what I speak to myself,
In front of the mirror.

I am not of smile 
Visible on the face
I am of the tears,
That never shows a trace.

I am not of the weakness
That others see,
I am strength 
Known alone to me.

I am not what 
Life has destined me to be
But I am what 
I desire life to be.

I am not what
Mere words describe 
But I am what
Silence speaks aloud.

Yet I, me, myself
Is still a mystery to me?