All of my greatest achievements did you see

And hence my perfect image did you create

Yet that is way too far from the true me

Since I wasn’t the pen moving on that slate

You only got to see the result of my task

You are yet to see the rules I abide

You are yet to see the flaws I mask

You are yet to see the scars I hide

Yet you possess my image in you

This image that I have yet to see

This image you painted in perfect hue

But still this image is too different from me

Slowly, I try to open up more

To show you my scars, flaws and hurt

To try and show all the pressures I bore

Beneath the gold, I show you the dirt

Yes, in your image of mine, I do not fit

For I am not the one you see in that image

It is your ideals alone, that you see in it

For in the book of my life, you have only read a page

Just for me to fit into your mould

Do not try to cut me in half

For it is not my true image that you behold

For you have no right to draw my life, on my behalf

-        Veda Samhita