While I appreciate your worry,
(concern over my well being),
Please don’t saddle me with doubts
or fears of what might not.
I thank you for my being, I thank you
for the care; I thank you for (no matter what)
or mostly bring there;
but your fears are not my worry, I cannot
stop for them
My truest north lies straight ahead;
What you pardon are not sins.
My hunger for your acceptance
but not exactly love,
nonetheless compels me
to make you somewhat happy;
at least, a little proud.
Confuse me with the others
who chose a safer route–forget
that I’m your child–
forget that I am free.
I’ll show you what I’m made of–
You’ll see
You’ll see
You’ll see…
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