You don’t know who I am,
But the door still slams.
You only saw a weakness,
Instead of my spryness.
You’ll never know the battles I’ve won,
Because your myths and facts are one.
It has created tension,
Because of the misconceptions.
Now I have to prove myself,
So I don’t go back on the bookshelf.
If you do get to know me,
How sorry you’ll be.
You’ll wish you never judged by the cover,
Because I am not going to hinder.