I am not Just.

I am not just what people thing I am. What they assume of me. What they believe I may be. I am more than just a milk chocolate body. I am more valuable then people may wonder. My outer appearance is the make-up. My smiles turn into pain. My laughs turn into tears. People's assumptions of me are wrong. You do not know the real me. Nobody knows except the God Almighty. I am not just a name tag. I am a beautiful human being. I may not have seen it before, but I see it now. Getting to know my internal figure opens doors to things you never knew. Do not judge a book by its cover. Do not label a person by their tag. Getting to know someone is a must. For people all over are just just.