You think that you know me? I laugh.
For you have never tried to see.
You ask inane questions and ponder,
but I remain a mystery.
You quickly become dependant
and wish for me to do the same.
I refuse to lose part of myself.
I have no desire for your name.
You stifle me and I feel trapped.
You build walls that I must break through.
I crave to be free...individual...one.
I do not wish to be an extension of you.
He who really knows me and still wishes to be mine.
He is the one who will hold me until the end of time.
"That man has shown himself great who has never grieved in evil days and never bewailed his destiny." --Seneca