Thank you. Here is another:


Myself

I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know
I want to be able as days go by
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself, as I come and go,
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of girl I really am;
I don't want to dress m yself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all the girl's respet;
And here in the strugle for fame and wealth,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluffer, and empty show.
I can never hide myself from me:
I see what others may never know;
I never can fool myself and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting, and guilt-free.


Kids Who are Different

Here's to kids who are different,
Kids who don't always get A's
Kids who have ears
Twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days.

Here's to the kids who are different,
Kids they call crazy or dumb,
Kids who don't fit,
With the gut and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum.

Here's to kids who are different,
Kids with a mischievous streak.
For when they have grown,
As history has shown,
It's their different that makes them unique.

Success

What is success?
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appericate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
easiter because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.

Dreams

A lost young petal
Wondering Souls
I see the dream that you seek
Follow me please, if you dare.
The dream is comming
For you and me.
I return by your side
With a heart in my hand.
It is like a bright fire dancing
To the slow music turning.
My heart as smooth as ivory
Has turned to a lonely, sulfur.
I retire my heart now to you,
Love me because I love you.

Please hear what I'm not saying

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that thewater's calm and I'm in comand,
and that I need no one.
But don't belive me.
My surface may seem smooth buyt my surface
is my mask, ever-warying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panick at the thoughs of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate my from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
But you've got to help me.
You've got to out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
that bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grown winds, very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breath life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every woman you meet.