Declaration. 

Some want me to shout a message;
 a fighting street evangelist;
  but most will only hear it when they ask.
I'm scared of being a public image,
 also scared of being missed;
  and though I may seem lost behind a mask

I'm part of it, and it is part of me,
 and therefore it is real.
I'm part of what I do and what I see,
 and part of what I feel.

  I do not want to fight
when there is no solid I to defend,
when I have to remake I at each new moment of my life.
  I won't assume a right
to make somebody face my fear of End.
I want to find contentment without making any strife.

I once thought I'd shout a message;
 a straight and solid verbal fist,
  but I can only take myself to task.