Who are you? Who am I?
Who do people say you are?
Who do people say I am?

People say that you are a beast. Ugly. Dangerous.
People say that I am a plant that is caked in mud. Dirty. Ugly. Unknown about.

How do we consider what people say about you.
How do we consider what people say about me?

How do we let peoples thoughts run our lives? What do we trust? Confusion. Fear. Faith? Are these what we feel?

This is where it must be asked, what is under the ugly, dangerous beast?
What is under the mud, dirt, ugly surface?

Is it an angel? Is it a flower? What don't we know about? What can we find out about each other?