I am what I am

I am what I am I am my own special creation So come take a look Give me the hook or the ovation It's my world that I want to have a little pride in My world and it's not a place I have to hide in Life's not worth a damn till you can say Hey world I am what I am I am what I am I don't want praise I don't want pity I bang my own drum Some think it's noise I think it's pretty And so what if I love each feather and each spangle Why not try and see things from a different angle Your life is a sham till you can say Hey world I am what I am I am what I am And what I am needs no excuses I deal my own deck Sometimes the ace Sometimes the deuces It's my life and there's no return and no deposit One life, so it's time to open up your closet Life's not worth a damn till you can say Hey world I am what I am I'm fed up at times being all to others, the words to the above song popped into my head today. Don't know why but it did, and I agree. I'm not conventional, why do I want to be? I've been dealt some rubbish cards in my life, but it's probably what's made me what I am. I don't suffer numpties, and I do have the "Scorpio" sting. Also I do know since the stroke I really do have to work on my filter, as it kind of got destroyed in whatever left part of my mind it took.