The Answer

I am the quiet artistic mind they seek.
Yet I am the one they then call meek.
I am a thousand worlds rolled into one.
Yet in their eyes, I am no one.
With ever mock, taunt and growl,
I have learnt to talk, stomp and prowl.
I wear my scars with pride.
I hold them tightly to my side.
I look in the mirror and smile:
Perhaps... it has taken me a while...
... but here I am.

Goodbye, Mirror of Erised...
... for I need you no more.