To Be An Enigma

I celebrate myself, and sing myself with incontempt.

I show anything but happines.

Albeit that is not my game.

I wish to give people my thoughts, 

Although that is what I desire;

I resist handing out my mind like it is a dish.

 I discover that even in my past

I displayed very little to give nothing other than the wrong message.

Behold, I do not care much for others' perceptions.

Nor do I care what they say~

I breathe in their hatred and know, even if nobody here cares for me;

I acknowledge that only me, myself and I

can truly know who I am, for I,

Alicia, am one with the fry itself.