Prowess

Could you forgive me for my lack of majesty? I cannot add airs to anything I do I'm sorry I won't lie, sorry I won't stake my pride, not pride in my manhood - valuing achievements good If I dull expectation, sorry for due frustration I don't need pretence to be my best, I don't need it to be honest I have no need to prove what I already know to someone I don't care for. I'll be whatever I am, stay true to what's inside, won't pander to opinion Is this how far we've come? we stand so fucking proud of the world we have fostered, loveless Every day concerned with perceptions and opinions on the strength of prowess Is it so fucking strange that i refuse to change to suit your narrow scope? I'll be whatever I am, and if that's nothing of a man, you can fucking cope