Since I know my identity,
I'm calm and free.
I can't resemble others,
What's more, they can't be me.
I have blurring scars,
A surprising physical make-up,
Be that as it may, everything cooperates
To make me special.
I have concealed qualities,
Some conspicuous imperfections.
Still I am my identity,
For better in negative ways.
I don't need to mix in;
I won't carry on a lie.
I can't please everybody;
I won't attempt.
Some call me pleased;
Others gaze at me in alert.
In any case, I'm not one to trouble,
Since I know my identity.