I am...
I am not an age
Not a weight
Not a height
I am not a gender
Not a name
I am that thought
Floating in my head
I am that song
That soft melody
I am that compliment
And the insult
I am a thousand things
Yet you only have the audacity
To see the million things
That I am not.
I don’t care of comparison
Not silly fads
I don’t care of your remarks
Not the painless words
I don’t care of the quantity
Not some foolish number
I care of the quality
That precious love
I care of the roses’ beauty
That lightens the entire garden
I care about careness
The sympathetic empathy
I care of a thousand things
Yet you only have the audacity
To understand the million things
That I loathe
I don’t love ignorance
Not nasty liars
I don’t love rotten minds
Not those bad apples
I don’t love lack of appreciation
Not some ungrateful brats
I love the experienced
Their uniqueness
I love the knowledgable
Those sweethearts
I love heroicness; bravery
The straight-up modesty
I love a thousand things
Yet you only have the audacity
To perceive the million things
I absolutely detest
I don’t think of your satisfaction
Not fulfilling it
I don’t think of what could’ve been
Not the dwellings
I don’t think of your likings
Not your comments
I don’t think of being great
Not to show-off
I think of being wild
The longing freedom
I think of my own likings
That pleasure
I think of the world’s nature
The gracious beauty
I think of a thousand things
Yet you only have the audacity
To believe the million things
I could never fathom.