As I’m standing in the mirror in front of me, the ironic thing is that I don’t see me.
I see someone with all these imperfections, hard life lessons, and obstacles that are yet to come.
This. Is. Me.
I’ve come to embrace who I am, instead of who I wanted to be.
I tried, I begged to be that person. I even had to plead, but
I’ve come to accept
This. Is me.

Society has a funny way of putting ideas into our head
Making lies sound truthful, to the point where you would rather be dead,
but there’s something you need to realize.
The newest thing is the thing you love the most
The old turns into nothing, and is as dead as a ghost.
Of course your reflection is like an overdose.
Too much to handle, and too much to intake.
So Please.
For your sake
And you get to that stage
Where you know you cant change
Where you just want to yell and throw things in rage.
Speak confidently.
This. Is. Me.

The thing about college is that you find out who you really are.
No hiding, no running, no covering what’s under the surface
I’ve learned many lessons that I haven’t been yet refurbished.
But ive come to accept
This. Is. me.
The scariest thing about college isn’t the classes, the professors, but you.
Its in a corner where you can’t escape, and your biggest enemy is the truth.
You think you’ve got it all figured out, but your plans came crashing down.
Where there you awoke with all your dreams shattered on the ground.
Its terrifying, heart- wrenching, and sickening you might say it felt
Because when I say “you”, I’m really referring to myself
But I’ve come to accept
This. Is. Me

You can either grow, or have your reflection
Ultimately its your decision whether you help