still... be me.

When I let you down, I was being me.
When I was slow to take action, I was being me.
When I showed care in my own way, I was being me.
When I reflected and tried to mend, I was being me.
When I went all out to create a surprise, I was being me.
When I found the timing was no longer right, I was being me.
When I undid what had been arranged in secret, I was being me.
When I confronted the sorrow and stood tall, I had never been myself as much as then.