The Editing of Me

My words rewritten Until they become yours Grammar syntax Pages lined with highlighters Polished to extinction I will resist Intentions that are well ment You want the best for me Still you do not understand what I ask I hear you yet I have my own vision My way is not your way Still I say what I must say My rythm is unique to me I am in what seems the disconnected details I do make my point I say what I say My words have weight and substance Like a road sign I point in a direction You see curves in the road The direction seems unclear Stop Wait There are points of intrest along the way I do have structure My mind is clear I am okay with flaws They hold the essence of me I am not asking to be changed In the end I must be true to me