Myself

I have to live with myself, and so

I want to be fit for myself to know;

I want to be able, as days go by,

Always to look myself straight in the eye;

I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,

And hate myself for the things I've done.

 

I don't want to keep on a closet shelf

A lot of secrets about myself,

And fool myself, as I come and go,

Into thinking that nobody else will know

The kind of man that I really am;

I don't want to dress up myself in sham.

 

I waant to go out with my head erect;

I want to deserve all men's respect;

But here in the struggle for fame and pelf,

I want to be able to like myself;

I don't want to look and myself and know

That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.

 

I never can hide myself from me;

I see what others may never see;

I know what others may never know;

I never can fool myself, and so,

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self-respecting and conscience free.