Break the Mold

I am always seeking the self
That within which I do not yet know
That evolving creature that is born of hope
That I might still become more then I am

Foolish as I am I want to be
Who I suspect I was meant to be
Before the hammer slings and controlling others
Began their molding abuse

Before the brain washers washed away my individuality
How audacious I must appear to others
How arrogant I must seem to be
To just want to be me.