X-PRESSING MYSELF

Shall I climb out from this wreckage,
That you perceive I am in?
Shall I move on from this mess,
That you believe I am in?

Should I throw off all that you see,
As it doesn't please your eyes?
Should I become something else;
Let you dictate and advise?

Should I turn into whatever,
You've decided I should be?
Should I do that? Of course not!
For then I wouldn't be me.

What I am is all you're getting;
Something perhaps you don't like.
But take me the way I am,
Or you can just take a hike.

29 April 2002