You're no fool. You are divinity shrouded with skin. It doesn't matter who I am and I'm afraid it never will for I never stood a chance. You never even noticed me. Why are you mad at me? If anything it's enraging to be in the presence of and bare witness to perfection incarnate and be at arm's length. Skin of diamonds, eyes of stars, lips of life and hair like oceans and I'm just an idiot. Don't hate me.