I am who I am irrespective of what I am to you.

I may be your daughter, your sister, your better half, your friend, a stranger, an acquaintance. I do not care. You see me as the material entity and then label me as the world would see me or as you would want the world to associate me with yourself.. You create a shell around me, the kind that is made of my virtues and vice, again defining my innate qualities from a perspective that could never come out of the shallowness of it's own creator. I am not a slave of  the nous or the instinct that you possess,. why then the ramifications of my eccentricity seem like betrayals to your understanding ? 

I do not owe, I have not obliged.I have only been in the process that has been existent for years, much like you, a part of a mechanism that's incessant and as indispensable. A social fabric that is formed from the threads of a pseudo spiritual stitch. Much tattered by inferences that like barbed wires have entangled it and then modified it leaving holes and patches that have loose ends with no binding forces. Within this fabric there lies the weave spun by the more intricate and meaningful standards of social dependence and nature's laws but why synthesize the essence that is only binding by adding the catalyzing by products of skewed intellectualism and the free radicals of imbalanced emotions.I s covering the outer form not enough that now you want to tether even the spirit of it to this synthetic.

I refuse , I rebel, I differ and I break the  frailness of  the concocted and tear out the fabric caring not to disperse the thread that matters. It still holds the values that were before they got corrupted by the versions.
I am still pure, still unadulterated.'Resilient'.I am who I am.