I am a glass bottle. Labeled so the world knows what I am. When in reality they do not know what is inside. I defy labels, I am more than what you see. I sit alone with others around me, labeled as well, and I believe those labels. But then I think of my own label, pasted on my smooth glass. I think about how it does not match what is inside, and how the label has only been put on me by others, and I wonder; do their labels match what is inside them? Or are we all labeled falsely by people who we do not know, and who do not know us?
Defying Your Labels
May 29, 2012