reflecting

I'm sorry I don't feel the way you do
So don't make me take it back.
I like the way I am and was
If you try to change it,
I'll revert you back-
Back to what you were
Before you knew what I
Meant to you

Take my opinion as you would apply salt
And examine the grains I've trailed
If you seem you want to be with me
I'll dash some in for good taste
And watch you make a face:
Different than the one I love,
A visage of a foe
Reflecting