Molding My Inner Gold Poem by Suraj Samtani

Let the truth finally be told,
I really yearn to break from my mold.

I desperately want more self-esteem and self-worth,
But I fear it will give me yet another troubled birth.

I then may not be as recognisable, &
I then may not be as pitiable.

I may be more authentic,
But I may appear rather rustic.

Without any self-lies,
I may not be as obedient, &
In your ambitious eyes,
I may not be as brilliant.

But at least I'll be me, &
From all obligations I'll be eternally free.

I may fail more, &
I may tread into a forbidden shore,

But at least I'll learn for myself, &
Alas, I'll be my true self.

Thus would form my new bold mold,
Which, I'm sure, you too would treasure like real Gold.