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I was never supposed to be this girl. I was supposed to be Dark. I was supposed to be to Depressed. I was supposed to be Angry. I was supposed to be Rebellious. I was supposed to be Alone I was supposed to be the type to cry myself to sleep. I was supposed to be the type to cut myself at night. I was supposed to be the type to be misunderstood. I was supposed to be the type to be judged. I was supposed to be the type to hate and be hated. But I am not exactly who I was supposed to be. I am still Angry. I am still rebellious. I am still misunderstood. But I am not alone. I am loved those around me. I do not hate, And I am not hated. Because I worked to tear down the walls I built. I am not who I was supposed to be, And that's okay with me. Because who I am turned out to be better. I turned out to be more than I thought I could be. I realized something. I realized that parts of me that were "supposed to be" never were. I realized that parts of who I am were always "supposed to be. I realized that parts of me will always be the same. I will always want to rebel. I will always feel a little dark Or depressed. I will always be angry at the unfairness of the world. "Who I Am" and "Who I Was Supposed To Be" Will always be intermixed. But It is in that mixture that the True Me has formed. I will never be somethings, And always be others. But It is in those things that I will find Who I Am To Become And I guess I'll figure that out as I go.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Who I Am and Who I Was Supposed To Be
I was never supposed to be this girl. I was supposed to be Dark. I was supposed to be to Depressed. I was supposed to be Angry. I was supposed to be Rebellious. I was supposed to be Alone I was supposed to be the type to cry myself to sleep. I was supposed to be the type to cut myself at night. I was supposed to be the type to be misunderstood. I was supposed to be the type to be judged. I was supposed to be the type to hate and be hated. But I am not exactly who I was supposed to be. I am still Angry. I am still rebellious. I am still misunderstood. But I am not alone. I am loved those around me. I do not hate, And I am not hated. Because I worked to tear down the walls I built. I am not who I was supposed to be, And that's okay with me. Because who I am turned out to be better. I turned out to be more than I thought I could be. I realized something. I realized that parts of me that were "supposed to be" never were. I realized that parts of who I am were always "supposed to be. I realized that parts of me will always be the same. I will always want to rebel. I will always feel a little dark Or depressed. I will always be angry at the unfairness of the world. "Who I Am" and "Who I Was Supposed To Be" Will always be intermixed. But It is in that mixture that the True Me has formed. I will never be somethings, And always be others. But It is in those things that I will find Who I Am To Become And I guess I'll figure that out as I go.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
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