To be me

That day, tired of years of posturing,

when I decided not to be answerable to you or to the world

I rediscovered my authentic self;

shorn of all the trappings of being the most likeable

blinded by my urge to merge,

I had moulded my soul and blended my body

but it was becoming endlessly torturous to rein in myself

my acerbic tongue that you had tied in a love knot

freed itself to speak the language it was meant to

I do hope you understand that

if I am not acceptable the way I am, then I cease to be

let me be echt.