Identity

The world knows who I am,

But it doesn't know what I am.

Sit tight, make a cup of coffee or two,

I'm about to tell you.

I'd say I'm a balloon.

True or not, you'll find out soon.

Colorful and happy on the outside,

Hollow and vacuum on the inside.

Rises up in the air and soars so high,

Don't you think of it to tie?

Won't be long before it deflates,

And as it does, enjoy the climb that it makes. 

I'd say I'm a flower. 

Yes or no, think about it while you shower.

Beautiful and ecstatic on the outside,

Frail and weak on the inside.

People find it special and attractive,

Bees suck the nectar and take it to the bee-hive.

The use lasts as long as it's young and bright,

It's thrown away once it turns stale and tight. 

Lastly, I'm a demoiselle,

Shining, youthful, with a beatific smile.

You would want to think twice to confront me,

Be solicitous and beauty is all that you'll see.

I hope you had made your coffee strong,

It's up to you to decide, what's right and wrong. 

The world knows who I am,

And now, I hope, it also knows what I am.