The Real me Set Free
There was time when I used to have this urge inside to blend in with everyone else.
There was a desire to be and look just like all the others, but I could never fulfill it.
I was not one to believe in pretending.
For a little while I came to a fork in my path, and it was one that I could not avoid.
I had two options.
I could disguise myself to be like everybody else,
or I could be who I knew I was meant to be and stand alone.
After a long while of pondering within my mind of the outcomes that would occur with either choice I
made, realization set in.
One choice would lead me to feel acceptance, but I would never be able to show my true colors and
I would be completely trapped behind a mask.
The latter choice would not lead me to a world of acceptance, but it would lead me to a life of
being free and true to myself.
So, as time proceeded onward, I made my choice and it still sticks with me to this day.
I stand alone but I am who I was always meant to be.
I am free to let my own true colors shine through.
Today I am and always will be the real me set free.
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