Finally Myself
I spent too much time trying to be
all the things people wanted from me.
I tried and I tried,
but there was simply no way
for one person to be so many things.
I did not belong, and I was okay
until people tried to recreate me.
They all tried to change me, to shape me
to be the person they thought I should be.
It was too much, it sent me down
into a darkness I'm only now escaping.
I'm finally learning
that just me is enough,
and no one has the right to change me.
There's nothing wrong with not fitting in,
I'm too big for that box.
I'm many things,
but untrue to myself
is something that I am not.
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