Finding myself is a challenge I’ve yet to overcome,
A journey that will never end;
So why must I try so hard to create myself,
Twisting and molding when for nothing I bend?
I’ve been happy and sad and mad and calm,
I’ve gone with the flow and ridden the storm;
So after this I should know to stop pretending,
And be neither black nor white, cold or warm.
I am the one who cries at sad movies and laughs at bad jokes;
I am me, lover of music and nature, and that is enough.
I am the girl you made fun of and laughed with,
Weak on the inside but outside- tough.
While you judge and snicker, thinking what you will,
I will be busy away from you, creating myself, you’ll see-
With all the emotion, colors, sounds, scents, and experiences,
Hereafter I will be me.