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They don’t want you to be like them, they expect you to be like them

For so long it has always been

What will they think?

How will they feel?

The pressure of their opinions overcomes my whole mind,

And it feels as if I am swallowed in this pit in which I am forced into

Surrounded by others, but still alone.

I can not rid of the feeling of utter despair

All this pressure to be exactly what they wish of me

yet I do not feel that way

I never have

but the constant fear of what they will think still swallows me whole

The pressure weighs against me

As each decision is made it gets heavier and heavier,

And with that weight I am becoming less of the person I wish to be,

And more of what they wish of me.

 

But Diamonds are made under pressure.

All the weight that had been pushing me down,

That had made it hard for me to breath

That left a knot in my throat, had suddenly vanished.

I was relieved of all this agony.

I was enlightened of the burden to be someone I am not.

To be free of the world,

and hold my own thoughts:

My feelings

My passions

My hopes and my dreams.

Without all this

anger constantly streams.

But with all this

I am finally metamorphosing to me

 

With this change,

my true colors will show.

Without fear of others

and feeling alone.

Because in order to be happy alongside my peers

I must get past the torture

I must conquer my fears.

I must be true to myself,

and understand my own cause

I will know of my worth.

I might not be aware of it now,

but it will soon surface,

I will find my true purpose.

 

I know it is to not conform like the others,

because I am my own.

Much different than my sisters and brothers

 

That is right.

I am finally me.

I now know my worth,

I ignore what is expected of me

I am true to myself, I am never alone

I have accepted myself,

And so have the others

Truly making this place, my home.
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