Who I am
Is different from what you see
I am a man of flesh and blood
Yet you see me as color
And an art to be sold
Who I am. By Blossom
Is not dependent on where I'm from
Yet you pull out a gun
Immediately you see a different passport
I am a man of flesh and blood
Judged by the ace of hated criticism
I am a man of water and spirit
Yet my soul
Is forced to go back to its maker
Who I am
Is different from who you see
for I carry no weapons
but yet I am always armed
who I am is not a monster
but in every story. By Blossom
I am the villain
Who I am
Is not your call
But yet for every act
You are judged to be right
Who I...