A Sonnet 43 Parody

How do you see me? Tell me. Count the ways.

Am I a vulnerable, weak, wide-eyed child,

to find security in the vast, unknown wild?

Do I appear a “Plain Jane,” bland and grey,

not knowing emotions or even love?

Or am I a bright flame of compassion,

burning hot and powerful like a brush fire?

I know now this truly strange desire

makes me seem most abnormally fashioned.

To be worrisome of thoughts towards me

is a waste of breath, time, and emotions,

proving you can never let go – be free.

Only to love yourself through true notions,

can you perceive things freely and clearly.