"Who is that girl behind the camera?" Some might say.

"She seems so sure of herself," Others go on.

But that's wrong. I'm none of those things.

I'm the nervous girl, the awkward one trying to fit in a word where fitting in is one's main priority.

I only say things that others have said... Like a copier spitting out copies, each one mimicking eachother perfectly.

I am smart. I know I am. I am a doubter, Which is why I doubt my smarts.

I am a perfectionist. Everything must be this way and that. If not you'll feel my wrath.

I am uncomfortable. I think I'll never be good enough.

I am self conscious. Always thinking that if I looked different, it'd be better. Realizing I'd still feel the same or maybe worse in someone else's shoes.

I am an influence. On my friends, my brother and the youth younger than me.

I am a follower. Conforming to the world around me.

I am a prisoner. Trapped in a web of lies.

I am fearful. Afraid to show the real me.

I am imaginative. Creative and thoughtful.

I am loved. Whether I believe it or not.

I am needed. To show my little brother the way.

I am my own. I can find my freedom.

I am special. Unique in my own way.

I am prayed for. By a strong mother.

So when I turn that camera off, and lay my phone down,

Peer in my mirror,

Take a good look at myself,

Face all these thoughts,

Stare at all my flaws,

That's the real me,

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