No Mask, No Apology

I am not the echo of your voice,
Nor the shadow of your dream —
I am the quiet, steady choice,
To be exactly what I seem!

Let the world reshape its view,
Let it question, let it doubt —
I will stand in what is true,
With no need to edit out!

For in the cracks, the light is mine,
In flaws, a kind of art set free —
No borrowed mask, no borrowed line,
Just all of me, as I should be!