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 am