Your Judgements
I bare myself to you,
standing naked
before your eyes-
everything for you
to assess,
for you to judge.
You look me over
and set me
as you will.
This is how
you expect me
to be.
No other way
is acceptable
and not for you
to tolerate.
This mold you try
to set me in
does not fit.
These restrictions
against mine self,
pressing about
to make me fit,
but it will not be so.
I cannot fit that mold.
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