Standing in a silent crowd wondering if I have been heard through all the meaningless chatter.

My words are great! To me.
My thoughts are my power! I think.
My fears are relevant! I believe.

I speak with strength so that all will feel my passion in this feeling-less sanctum.

My will is indefinite! When I start.
My beliefs are righteous! I stay concerned.
My choices are mine! I am responsible.

Shall I stand and be blinded by my regret? Shall I worry what passes through the minds of those that judge my responsibilities? I will not show glassy glazed over eyes to those that will betray my humbleness. I am me.

John Earing

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-me-42/