In the end,

I am not what they created.

the ideology and lessons they fabricated

the expectations and intentions they invented,

remove the dreams they imposed on me

Then the whispers and rumours started about me.

In the end,

“I am what I chose to be.”

and who I am.

Is what I intend to be.

Regardless of how they see me.

Regardless of my failures and accomplishments.

Regardless of my mistakes and errors.

I am who I say I am.

I have no illusions.

Nor an unreal, exaggerated image of me.

What I say I am

I am

Even if it is preposterous to the eye

Perhaps I claim to be a superman.

Or an angel in disguise.

If that is who I am

Then I am

Who I am is not for you to decide.

It is for me to decide.

So therefore, I am