Not a liar, just someone who lies — a poem

I’ve always been
Impatient by nature,
Driven into submission
By my own mind.
Turned ‘patient observer’,
Rallying against nurture
Ridiculous creature,
Who will calmly refuse
To engage in your chaos
While inside her ice
Turns to slush, then fire.
Unrelenting desire
To take all that I want
And need from a world
That gave me nothing
But my own brain.
My own character.
For a reason — I’ll relent
It must be a design,
To force me into this body
A being so impatient
Now stoic, unrelenting
Driven and silent.
I am what I am
Because I made me.
I fought against
Prerequisite prints.
Stubborn, perhaps
Or strong
Maybe.
Regardless, I stand
Furious and without fury.
Blue-eyed, rewritten story.
Instead, I’ll infuriate you
Merge you, slowly
With all who have stood before me.
Drinking you in
To repeat you again
In others I see
You’ll hate me eventually.