Time was I was not ready to be me;
Could not admit desires that I had.
I thought what lay inside me was all bad,
Unfit for any other men to see.
I wished to hide, therefore, what I could be,
Lest others should imagine I was mad
Or worse. So I attempted thus to pad
My reputation by mendacity.
But as I lived this way, I found no boot
In being other than I truly am;
Finding myself, as it were, on the lam
From my own soul, I thence became a brute.
So now I must admit myself and claim
My future and my past free from all shame.
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