Take me as I am, or take me not at all.
You who stands before me
Shrouded in a veil of uncertainty.
Why tell me who to be
When you not know who your are?
I believed the tangled web of lis you thought of me,
My thoughts of love were pure and unconditional.
You who made an action, always for reaction in turn.
Why did I let you control my heart and mind,
you who took my body and soul?
Love is foolish for thy youth, when experiences has limits.
Finally came over my clouded awareness,
Saw the truth set in your eyes.
Only wanted a puppet,
Pulling strings to do whatever you bade.
I am myself,
Not a marionette with no feeling and no will.
I am not you who has no heart to love another.
I am free from the bonds of servitude.
*This Poem will be published in the book Memories of Tomorrow,
due out in April of 2000 by 
