What we do is not who we are

Being alone does not mean being lonely

Having peace does not mean being passive

Planning does not make one a control freak

And neither weaving dreams a dreamer

Aloofness is not always  a snub

And style may not equate to fashion

Friendship can be garbed as love

Though lust can never beat passion 

Musing does not make one a poet

Or humming tunes transform one to a singer

A sleeper is not necessarily lazy

Nor a worker particularly industrious

What we do and who we are

Is not always connected

Yet we box, we label, we name

We point fingers, we blame

Accept me for who I am

Not for my work or my words

My name or my stature

Nor for my friends or possessions

I am my temper, I am my cruelty

I am my kindness, I am my generosity

I am the storm, I am the valley

I am the noise, I am the silence

I am more than my job

I exceed beyond my education

Don't define me with your perceptions

Or see me through your world view

See me as me, I beseech 

As I see you as you, I promise

I love you for you, I vow

Alas you can love only the blemish-free me