Be You

What of my life,

What does it mean to me?

What have I learned?

What has it tried to teach me?

I feel it as it tries to reach me

But truly, 

It rarely meets me.

These thoughts of being confident

Of having control

It feels


I'm looking in the wrong direction

Stop staring, 

Stop searching for perfection.


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