I have to live with myself, and so

I want to be fit for myself to know,

I want to be able, as days go by

Always to look myself straight in the eye.

I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun

And hate myself for the things I’ve done.

I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf

A lot of secrets about myself,

And fool myself, as I come and go,

Into thinking that nobody else will know

The kind of a gal or man I really am;

I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to go with my head erect,

I want to earn all men’s respect:

But here in the struggle for fame and self;

I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to look at myself and know

That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show.

I can never hide myself from me:

I see what others may never see;

I know what others may never know,

I never can fool myself, and so,

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self respecting and conscience free!