To Me Alone

In the quiet of my room, where no one dares to roam,
I sit alone with thoughts that feel like home.
You see, I’m not just some kid they call “adorable”,
There’s more beneath this surface, something unforgettable.

They think I'm small, a little girl who plays with dolls,
But deep inside there's fire burning through these walls.
My mind is vast, it stretches far beyond their sight,
A universe unfolding in the depths of night.

Adults assume I'm innocent, naive as can be,
But hidden within lies genius, wild and free.
When grown-ups speak, their words are slow and dull,
While mine sparkle brightly, sharp as any tool.

Core, that's what matters most, the essence at my core,
Not hair or clothes or shoes adored by all before.
So next time you meet someone young and seemingly plain,
Look deeper into eyes that hold a secret reign.

For in those pupils you'll discover worlds untold,
Wisdom old souls struggle hard to grasp and hold.
Remember this lesson well, dear friend so true,
The real treasure hides within—just ask me, I'll tell you!

Who am I really? To me alone it's clear.
What you see outside may only mask what's here.


Stephie