Under my Nirvana shirt and jeans,

Under my hat which gives me identity,

Under the watchful eyes of the cameras

that monitor my every move

Under the watchful eyes of my teachers and parents

that motivate me to do "good"

Under the unintentional facade of thoughtfulness

which is just me being an untalkative introvert

Under the unintentional facade of happiness

which is just everyone assuming I'm okay

Under everything which makes me, "me",

the brown hair, hazel eyes, and the glasses

who am I really?

I'm just a machine powered by water and memories,

and motivated by Nutella and Devin Townsend.