I am

the same

I am

like everybody else.

We walk the same,

talk the same,

eat the same,

speak the same.

I am

moving.

I am

leaving behind

everyone and everything

I've ever known.

I am

....different?

I do not

walk the same,

talk the same,

eat the same,

or speak the same.

They ask me why.

I am

different.

I am

seperate.

I need to

fit in.

I am

two people.

I am

one person

outside.

I look the same

I speak the same

I am the same.

And then

I am

another person

inside.

I am

different than them.

And now,

I am sad.

I am

dark.

I am

unhappy

with the person I've become

to make everyone else

happy.

I am

done.

I am

someone who cannot hide.

I am

someone who has to be me.

I am

someone who is changing.

I am

someone who is doing

the things that make me

happy,

regardless of

what everyone else thinks.

And now,

I am

happy

because

I am

me.