Who passes judgment on me?
Who says what I am and am not?
Can you say for certain who I am? Can you see past this facade?
Who claims I cannot be subtle? That I cannot hold my tongue?
Who, that sees me for just a moment, says I can be seen in only one form?
Can you claim that this is all I am?
Can you see me every moment of every day?
You see me rash, but do you see me calm?
You see me debating, but do you see me learning, listening?
Do you carry a blind eye?
Do you judge me on a moment?
Can you challenge me in this? Can you deny part of what I am?

You, who speaks so confident of me,
Do you know me at all?