Revision

Stop asking me to change


Stop asking me to be a person


I am not and will


Never be

You say it’s me you like


But your words are a lie


For you don’t like me


You like changing who I am

Take the flesh, skin, tissue


The blood, words, thoughts


And alter, edit, redo


You’ll have a twenty year old female


But you won’t have me

You say you like me


But you like a revised version


Much more

What is wrong with me?


Am I undesirable?

Tell me what is it about me


That tugs at your mind?

Is it my looks,


Size or hair?


Is it the way I dress


Or behave or speak?


My thoughts, then?


My words?


Hobbies, interests?


My principles, values


Beliefs and morals?

What is it about me


That tugs at your heart?

Is it me, the person


Individual?

If so,


Go find the person


You have in mind

Leave me alone.