It is not who you are
Neither does it exist in you
It's just a fabricated ideology
By the world around you
Extracted from unverified information
They have about you
Or probably what they picked up
From a mistake you made.

The mess they think you are
Is only a strong message in disguise
A message to the nations and generations
A message that'd make many mighty
And make you mingle with mighty men
The failure they call you
Is not who you are,
You're the most beautiful image of
The bright and morning star
You can achieve just anything
You set your mind to achieve
You can be a thousand times better

What people around you
Know about you is nothing but
A mirage which makes no sense
You're the real deal, so act like it
For even as you are
You do make a difference
You're a miracle; not a mirage.