Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?

My Love Is Like Some Raven At My Window With A Broken Wing.

All I Can Do Is Be Me, Whoever That Is.

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.

It's Not Important What Other People Call You. If You Yourself Know You're A Fake, That's Tougher To Live With.