Under Duress

If I sit still enough, will you let me be?  
I’m tongue tied and honestly, out of time.  
Any confession given is said under duress.  
You tell me you love me, for the me that you know now.  
But what about the person I want to be, who seems so far away?  
Will your feelings wilt away as I shed my skin?  
Layer by layer, will you watch with prideful eyes,
Until you find what I aimed to be is so different from what you started with?  
What you gave your heart to?  
Will you call me rude for changing the way I apologize after every sentence?  
Will you call me short-tempered for allowing myself to take a stand?  
Will you call me a liar, for changing who I am?  
If you love, you'll love me; if you don't, you never really did.