What makes me different than anybody else?

I feel like a hood rat in the city of France in Olden times , stealing a loaf of bread. Gritty grimy stealthy. a loner, content.

I feel like an angel. So much love inside of me so pure with only good intention, so sweet so sad and hopeful sleepin in cotton candy.

I tried taking this picture because when I looked in the mirror there was this bright white circle around my iris that showed that it's risen but you cannot see it too well in the photo