me when my mum say my room is messy and need tidying: you don’t know me. you don’t know anything about me. you don’t know what I’m made of or just how much I’m capable of. you don’t know where I came from, nor where I’m heading. you know nothing of my highs or lows. you don’t know how fast I am or how strong I am, how resilient I am. you haven’t got a clue what breakfast cereal I eat, what fragrance I wear or who I’m dating. you don’t even know my name.
but you will