I have
to live with myself and so
I want
to be fit for myself to know.
I want
to be able as days go by,
always
to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t
want to stand with the setting sun
and
hate myself for the things I have done.
I don’t
want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot
of secrets about myself
and
fool myself as I come and go
into
thinking no one else will ever know
the
kind of person I really am,
I don’t
want to dress up myself in sham.
I want
to go out with my head erect
I want
to deserve all men’s respect;
but
here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want
to be able to like myself.
I don’t
want to look at myself and know
I am
bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never
can hide myself from me;
I see
what others may never see;
I know
what others may never know,
I never
can fool myself and so,
whatever
happens I want to be
self
respecting and conscience free.
This poem is in the public domain.
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