Not Your Creation

For had I been as silent as you claim
I never should have said a word
I still spoke in search of my reward...
Suppose I'd stood in my place
I still would have whispered my name.
Lest I should be forgotten, I shouted
So no one would forget my face...

If I were as odd as you say
I would have stood out long ago,
You see, I am never the same, I change
And this is no peculiarity. So pay
My respects to your wit, thus I forego
Your idea that I should be strange.

I am not what your imagination
Has been too kind to consider
Nor am I a single drop of hesitation
To supply sweetness when bitter
I am not what you imagine
I am not by far your folly
Still by farther am I foreign
To your attempt to adorn wholly
Not what your mind, while boring
Has decided to create.
No, I have a better fate.