You're wrong.
I hate to say it, but you're wrong.
You stand and tell me who I am,
You evaluate me, you read me.

You've gotten it all wrong.
I don't tell you this, of course.
I don't want you to know me!
So I'll let you think you do.

Go on, keep reading, I dare you.
Evaluate me more. Over and over.
Tell me who I am, what you think of me.
I won't correct you.

I don't want you to know who I am.
Because if I don't like who I am,
Why would you?