The journey I take,
I walk alone.
I wish for someone to walk with me,
But this journey I must take on my own.

Like a traveler in the woods,
I am lost.
It is a cold and dark journey I am on;
I am covered in frost.

I need a friend to hold my hand,
To protect me,
But no one is here,
No friends by my side, I am lonely.

As I walk along the path, I think.
Why am I here?
Who am I? Why am I running away from myself?
I reach up to my face and wipe away the tear.

I am here for a reason,
A reason still yet to be found.
When I find it, will I know?
I stop to sit on a tree stump and look around.

Why am I running away from myself?
That is impossible to do.
You cannot run away from yourself, no matter what.
You are always right behind you.

Who I am.
That’s what I’m looking for.
Right now I feel like just something.
I think I can be something more.

As soon as I think I’ll never find myself, a glimmer of hope shines.
Far into the distance, I see a light.
I walk towards it and when I get to where it ends, I see a mirror.
In the mirror is my reflection of who I am supposed to be when everything in my world is right.

The reflection shows the truth.
In the mirror is myself looking back at me.
On the top of the mirror, written in my reflection’s blood is, “This is who you are.”
I agree. I am who I am and that’s all I want to be.