yours truly
My actions are not
My own.
They belong to your
Interpretation.
You tailor them to your
Perception.
You glue them into
Place.
What I explain is what the action
Is not.
You direct all motivation of
Mine.
My reasons are not
My own.
You determine them and their
Validity.
You take what you like
Of me.
You forget that which
Displeases you.
I am not my own.
I am only what you make of me.
What am I, then?
Yours Truly