Shaping the Crazy

Unveiling Me
In the ripples of chaos, I stand alone, 
 A canvas of colours, a heart unknown.  
Eyes that hold galaxies, whispers untold,  
In a world where rumours take their hold.
Beneath the layers of swirling hues,  
There's a truth that awaits, a soul that’s true.
  Someday they'll see past the facade they weave,  
And uncover the essence I believe.
Not just the echoes of tales misconceived,  
But the light within, where dreams are conceived.  
I'll wait for the day when they choose to see, 
 The real me, not the shadows of their decree.

-Christine Armstrong