My life is a series of questions.

Who am I going to be?

It all hinges on my decisions,

Will I choose to be me?

For the first time in a while,

Today I will be me.

Just the way I’ve always been,

The way they never see.

Some days I get pushed and pulled,

I end up all bent and out of shape.

Some days I choose to be whoever it is that they want me to be.

But I just can’t do that anymore.

I cannot let them win.

I have to show them that I’m strong enough.

Today I’m going to win.

Today I will be me.

The me I’ve always wanted to be.

And for the first time in a while,

I cannot wait for them to see me smile.

I want to shock them with my idiosyncrasies,

With my style, with my grace,

With every single part of me that they have failed to erase.

I am tired of going through the motions every single day.

I will no longer be a puppet.

I am my own person and soon they all will see,

That, despite their pulling and their pushing, somehow I’m still me.

I’m tired of watching them take away my personality.

I am no longer content to be whoever they want me to be.

And I have long since waited for this day,

The day that I can finally be me.

It all started off slowly, their deconstruction of me.

They picked me apart, bit-by-bit, till I was only a shell of who I used to be.

And I am sorry to say that since that day I haven’t been me.

But today that will all change,

Because I have been reconstructing me.

And today I am finally ready,

Ready to be me.

I know that perfection is unattainable,

For that is what I tried to be,

But I’ve decided that I am perfect,

Perfect at being me, the me I want to be.

I am tired of letting others decide who I am to be.

From now on only I will choose who I am to be,

And today I have decided to be quintessentially me.