Dwelling - a poem

My cousin wrote a poem called 'Dwelling.' I asked to borrow it because it spoke to me. She said I could because it sounded like me. (paraphrasing here).

Dwelling
i refuse to toe the line

and not wear my heart on my sleeve

and live in constant fear

that if i'm candidyou'll leave

that's your tripthis let me play it safe

it's not the whisky i sip

i absolutely refuse to obey

so i'm going to be honest

and tell it like i see fit

if you don't like it

tell me please don't leave.

- SS

I thank you for it Vidu.