There’s a me inside of me that longs to be free

But how might I change when it’s me I finally see?

If not fear, then reluctance

a stare up and down

my best put forward

the worst often found.

Why do I invest my

“creativity”

in an inside-out canvas

a museum just unto me.

So I’ve come to the conclusion

that me and me are joint

I must share what’s mine

that is the point.