A delusion of optical perception; if you saw who I am, then there is no question. It\'s not my problem what you chose to believe. You don\'t really know me, your mind\'s playing tricks.
You know what they say, don\'t accept what you see; there\'s a lot more truth behind what you\'ve seen. l could tell you, but my tongue won\'t speak; you can say it; you think I\'m a witch. If it helps you; accept what you need; it won\'t change the past, or the things perceived.
I can admit it, I don\'t get your drift. But don\'t pretend you know me, you just got a peek. I\'m diverse baby, and my roots are deep, watered by the sweat of the things I\'ve lived.
Illusions can blind you, and mess with your mind, but still, at the end, you\'ll see what you want.