“Who are you?” ask my parents.
I am safe mom don’t worry. I am doing well in school dad don’t worry. I will be perfect.
“Who are you?” demand my teachers.
I am the student who will work till they can’t think anymore to get an A don’t worry. I will be perfect.
“Who are you?” shout my friends.
I am the one you turn to when you need a shoulder to cry on. I am the funny one you come to when you need to laugh. I am the one you come to when you need advice. I am the one who you can trust. I am the best friend you could ask for don’t worry. I will be perfect.
“Who are you?” screams the reflection in the mirror.
I am beautiful. I am smiling, can’t you see? I am the perfect girl I wanted to be when I was younger right? Right? I am everything I’ve ever wanted, hair done, perfect makeup, wearing an outfit that turns heads, and everything is perfect. I will be perfect.
The word that destroyed me.
The only word I will never be.
I am everything, but perfect.
Yet, I am happy.
I am free.
I am finally me.