I am the complete absorption of light, the rays that scatter.
Covered in hues to which I am forced to defend, your disgust served to me on a platter.
A thin layer of tissue, I attempt to be tough, my skin has begun to tatter.
A factor of which you can’t amend, the voices of my ancestors clatter.
My speech is noticeably impeccable; I can participate in your banter and chatter.
My manner is poised to a fault; I can handle the swing of the batter.
My presence precedes me; I don’t need your flatter.
You can love me or hate me; and most choose the latter.
My mentality is complex and brilliant; yet my name you continue to splatter.
The shirt off my very back I offer; but my reputation you shatter.
My nature is not something taught; but you label me the mad hatter.
If you didn’t know me, would my life really matter?