NO.
I will not.
I can not.
I will be ME,
not you
or anyone else.
I am a stone.
Smooth and worn down.
UNPHASED
by the currents
in this river.
I am a flower.
Swaying in the wind.
Always being
pushed and pulled,
by this UNWANTED
force.
I am a great tale
ready to be written.
BUT the bearer
of the pen
can not be you.
I am the writer of my story.
MY LIFE.
I will show pride
in being-
DIFFERENT.
I will stand up,
even if I stand.
ALONE.
I am who I am.
I can not be changed.
