Picture me in a different way.
A way no one else can see and only you can survive.
But will your version of me really be better
Than what I’m meant to be?
You simply cannot tell one: be this, be that without a reason.
What is it derived from?
Your new me, I mean.
Is it my personality you wish to change
Or simply a flaw that only you see?
I cannot change, I wish not to change.
For even if you picture me
As what you say a better me,
Nothing will change.
For everyone will have different opinions
And if all I do is be who everyone wants me to be,
I will never simply be me.