Who?

I've been meaning to ask you who you are.
Who?
A peroxide wonder,
An eyeliner lover,
Yellow...
Boots when it rains?
Money...
Is that what you have?
A house with many rooms,
Exotic companions,
Status...
Is that what you seek?
Do you have it in your canteloupe bag?
Respect?
And when you walk around in circles,
Do people want to be just like you?
Just adore you...
Or despise you just for being you...
And do you care?
Do you mind so much?
Do you beat a rhythm against your chest like the tarzan boy,
Or does your mascara run along with your tears?
Is it a fact that all that glitters is gold?
Does that make you ecstatic?
Aesthetics...
Do you see the beauty in finer things...
Simple things...
Or the beauty in yourself?
Is that who you are?