This Isn't Me
It took me years to figure out who I am.
It took me years to figure out what I need to do.
Every teen goes through it.
Every teen fights to beat it.
I didn't fight it.
I let it live and thrive.
I've learned from it.
I've let it shape me.
It has shaped me into someone I don't want to be.
It needed to leave.
For once, I fought it.
For once, I saw I glimpse of who I can be.
That's who I am today.
That's what I've been looking for all along.
I'm different.
I'm strange,
I'm crazy,
And that's okay!
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