I will wear me, coz I fit me best

You want me to wear you

Though you fit me not

Too large

Too small

You want me to wear you

Though you fit me not

Too tight

Too loose

You want me to wear you

Though you fit me not

Too long

Too short

You want me to wear you

Though you fit me not

There is just something

That’s a touch something

I cannot wear you

I will not wear you

Because I do not look like me

When I wear you

I do not look good in you

I do not feel good in you

I do not look like me

When I wear you

I’ve tried you on

Worn you

Walked around in you

Been you

You cinch

Where you should flow

And bag

Where you could sheath

It did not work

It will not work

It will never work

It must never work

I know

I’ve seen it

And been told it

You are really good

The best

Of you

Is best on you

And good on you

Your thoughts

Your feelings

Your ideas

Your stratas

Your profile

Observing me

Your mental palm

Feels the kinks in my grain

And catches on my burry edges

Jagged and irregular

Some I can tell you of their origin

Some from places I have long hidden

Some from places long forgotten

I leave you with nicks

And splinters

When you brush up against me

I’ll let you know

That I have tried to smooth me down

So that you could be more comfortable

But then I felt fatigued

My soul dimmed

My spirit darkened

You are beautiful

Stunningly so

You absolutely fit you best

Would you give that up

And wear me

Kinks and burrs

Come on and try out me

Wear me for a while

Perhaps for ever

I tease you

I do not want you to wear me

I cannot see me fit you

And even if you did fit me

Then there would be two of me

And I would not like that

There can only be one like each

Because each is already as each should be

And each is sufficient

Come now, and let us reason together

And agree from henceforth

That you will be yourself as I remain myself

And if you ever do hear

Of any trying to be another

That you will arise and voice a nay

That you will want them to know

That each is singular

Because each fits self best

So, I’m letting you know

That I will not wear you

I will wear what fits me best

I will wear me, coz I fit me best

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