dimensions of intervention
are needless so I think
striving and thriving I see
I'm driving to the brink
avoiding annoying eternal
complications destinations
unimportant constantly
distorting my relations
from patience to thoughts of
hating anyone in my mind
I find it hard to believe you
can relate to my kind
and if I could I would
pretend that I'm alright
by myself
If you love me as I am I'll
put my pride on the shelf

if I can I'll pretend I'm
alright all by myself
I'd rather drown than take
your hand
it's the way I am

skepticism leaves a wrinkle
on my brow
cynicism prevents my change
with this suspicion I'm caught
in a dilemma
intervention with my psyche?
rearrange
walls built to hinder
the intrusion
preservation of my mental
well being
doubt makes me value the
safety of my distance
can it be stubbornness to
which I cling?

if I can I'll pretend I'm
alright all by myself
I'd rather drown than take
your hand
it's the way I am
and if I climb a wall of pride
swim across my sea of doubt
will you love me as I am
the way I