I possess an elusive quality of beauty.
A subtle charm of fey innocence and a deviating personality unusual to women.
I don't seek attention and satiate myself from what others may give.
I prefer not to be mentioned and seen.
I lay myself down and not to put myself on the scene.
I prefer to be hidden.
Most of my beliefs are not precious to men.
They think it's ridiculous.
So do I.
Still I prefer to live in ridicule.
To live with the unknown.
I desire less and hope more.
I am servile mirth.