The New Me, The Real Me

Being a child is easy,

You don’t worry about anything.

But as I became a pre-teen,

I worried about everything.

How could a child worry about themselves,

Worry about what others think,

I felt the pressure to be perfect.

Why couldn’t I be happy.

I wasn’t a child anymore.

I worried about my physical appearance,

And worried about my intelligence,

Always trying to be smarter than the person next to me.

I knew I wasn’t a kid anymore.

I finally became apart of society,

But I really wished I hadn’t.

It was tiring. Trying to fit in, trying to be perfect in every way.

I didn’t have to be perfect,

I didn’t have to meet the beauty standards.

I only had to be happy with who I was,

I needed to love myself.

Finally, I realized that I shouldn’t worry about what others think of me.

I have to live freely, and live life to the fullest.

I’m happy now, and I love who I am.

This is the new me, this is the real me.