I Am...
I Am...
I use to be shy
The innocence in my eyes.
I use to love hard
I use to dream
Wanting to live the big life like a celebrity.
I’ve messed up.
I’ve hurt myself and many others.
I cried
I still cry.
I pushed people away,
And I still continue to push.
I am not perfect.
I will never be perfect.
I keep my head up,
And realize life isn’t always easy.
I am not strong
I am weak.
I will breakdown.
I am me.
I can only be me.
I’ve tried to be anything but myself,
But if there was one thing god intended me to do,
It was to be myself.
I can only be me.
No one in the world is perfect
I am far from a dime.
I am a diamond in the rough.
I wish I wasn’t me sometimes.
I am the only person I will ever be;
I am me.
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