I am not a charity case.
I will not be liked or loved
Because I am so weak.
So weak, that I make you,
The martyr who bears me,
Feel strong.  That I give you purpose.
I refuse, to let my table be supported
By you and your makeshift table leg.

If anything, I pride myself as an individual.
I am strong.
I am independent.
My happiness, not unlike
The spinning center of a gyroscope,
Is existent entirely independent
Of your influence.
I don't need you.

I want you.
I want you because you are kind.
You are genuine, you understand.
I want you because you are comforting,
You give me that which no other can.

I wouldn't want you,
If the motives for what you do,
Were different than what I'd hoped.
Altogether disillusioned.