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My Confession of Being Me


Masks are what we hide behind everyday

We feel as if it is the only way

To fit the standards of society

Afraid of individuality

Terrified of people seeing our flaws

Being exposed with emotions so raw

 

Why do we hide away from ourselves?

Putting pieces of us up on shelves

To be forgotten about slowly

Until there is nothing left but debris

Of a lively person we once knew

The one that we ignore and eschew

 

But I am not afraid to be me

I accept my defects willingly

I am a girl with a strong mindset

I am someone you’ll never forget

With a laugh that can be heard for miles

With quirky jokes that make people smile

 

I am always there for my friends

My love for them will never end

Even when we get into fights

I’m worrying if they’re alright

I’m someone who will never leave

Even when a person hurts me

 

People always say that I care way too much

But I’d rather care a ton than not enough

I know how it feels to be lost and alone

Feeling like you are going through life unknown

A stranger to the ones who should know you best

That horrible, maddening, awful unrest

 

This is why I hate when others are mistreated

Since I know how it feels to be defeated

Almost as if you have nothing left to give

Just wishing and hoping that you would not live

To never again see another sunrise

Because you’re sick of no one hearing your cries

 

But I am glad I went through that rough time

Pushing myself to make it through that climb

Because it helped to truly better me,

Made me the person I wanted to be

Changed my attitude into positive

Made me thankful for my strong-will to live

 

Now I make sure to smile each and everyday 

And I don’t let petty things get in the way

When I’m sad I pick myself up off the ground

Life is difficult but it won’t slow me down

Because I know I deserve to be happy

And that’s why I love myself for being me

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