I'm Not One To Mock Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I wont nor can I be,
What it is you believe to rumor.
Those shoes you wish to fit on me,
Are much too small to wear everywhere.
With a making my steps smoother.

And I can not see to accept,
My life you've created to oppose and object...
Should for you expect my rejection.
Since I know what to be for me is real.
And not an imitation to attempt a reflection.

Too long I have traveled,
On a path I have made.
To know those obstacles faced to chase away.
And no one appeared to soothe my fears.
With doubts about hiding in darkness like monsters,
Awaiting fro me to seel my soul to unseen threats.

I'm not one to mock.
Or be stopped by idle gossip.
I wont nor can I be,
What it is you believe to rumor.
I am me.
The reality.