I Am Me

I am who I am.
There is no one else I can be.
I am simply,
Me.

I can try to fight it,
Engage in a strenuous battle.
But in the end,
Who I am...
It’s set in stone

Most of the time I like who I am.
I’m content with it,
Secure.

Yet there seems to be something amiss.
Something isn’t quite right,
Like a puzzle piece,
Forced into the wrong spot.

Is it the way I look?
No that’s not it.
That has never been a concern in me.

Something is wrong,
But what is it?

It digs into me,
Razor sharp pins,
Filled with doubt.
Why can’t I figure it out?

Am I too loud?

Too anxious?

Too weird?

Maybe that’s it.
That seems to fit.

I am who I am,
But sometimes I wish I wasn’t

 
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