being miss plain is a deliberate choice, and laziness, a convenient excuse.
if you're not the right one, your attention would amount to nothing, and i don't need that.
if you're the right one, you would have been able to see past the physique and realised what lies within.
we tread different paths and seek different ideals.
as such, explanations could be saved, and recognition inapplicable.
idealism beckons one to choose to be with the right one or none at all.
and an unyielding autistic fish would always swim best when she swims alone.
what you perceive is one thing,
who i am is another -
the underlying reason for plain white simplicity.
my depth is as hidden as my width is apparent,
things, you'll never know.
me, what am i.
