Split personality

Am not someone.
Only a name

for a billion cells

that chose to be me.

Am not a beauty.

I need make-up.

Kohl, foundation or

at least a moisturizer.

I aint a star.

I need illumination.

Backlit, spotlight or even

an overhead bare bulb.

Confused, ugly and dumb.

That’s me. Outside.

A stark contrast

to my withins.

Where I have enshrined You.