Rumour Has It And Its Bird's Eye Poem by Enchanting Owl

From their point of view, I'm ambitious and desirous.
Yes, I definitely am! Success equates to gold, so propitious.
To triumph is my fuel; to persevere is my wheel.
Painting and coloring my emotions in teal.

From their point of view, I'm weak and debilitated.
Drowning in anxiety and expect me to be exhilarated?
True to my emotions, I don't want to be a clown.
Weakness is not my bound; it is my holy frown.

From their point of view, I'm pragmatic and classical.
Thirsty with applause and fabulous, I need to be mathematical.
Name in diamonds and pastel dresses are my tokens.
I wanted to transmute; I've been masked and broken.

From their point of view, I'm a felon and a sinner.
Just because being in church is not my cup of tea—I hate to simmer.
My heart is for the bygone; my soul is not rotten.
Defining white and black and being forgotten.

But that is their mere, narrow, and limited hindsight.
Less knowledge is quite dangerous; more knowledge is alluring homicide.
Knowing yourself is my priced Iliad and Odyssey.
Isolating yourself is as calm as the sea.