But that which I battled was that which I sought.
I’m always aware of the way that I stand
(For the way I present myself says who I am):
Hands on my hips, feet planted firm on the floor,
I’m prepared for the battle, but alone in the war.
With a sword of indifference and wit like a knife,
My fierce independence is my shield — is my life.
I hide behind big words when I’m speechless
And because I’m afraid of you, act like I’m fearless.
If I didn’t have to prove that I’m good enough,
Smart, independent, self-sufficient and tough,
If I could be open and honest and real
And forego this facade to explain how I feel,
It would be so much easier if I could just say
In an innocent, immature, little kid way
With a strawberry blush and cheeks growing hot,
That I want you, and need you, and like you….