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?