In Search of Me

Why is it so hard to see

who it is I’m “‘meant” to be?

Isn’t the answer simply, me?

What is my identity?

I’m consumed with curiosity.

Yet I’m shrouded in such mystery,

Seeking answers that are revealed quite easily.

I should be the one who holds that key;

It’s the only way to set myself free

And to escape the turmoil smothering me.

Yet, I’ve given it to society

Ignorantly and irresponsibly.

How haphazardly foolish of me

To relinquish it so willingly;

My woes are no anomaly.

I lost who I was while

discovering who the world wanted me to be…

I traded self acceptance

for that of the world surrounding me.

Emotionally and physically drained,

I’m now burdened with relentless animosity.

A gloomy shadow forever following me;

Dimming my perceived reality.

So live through me vicariously;

I share this wisdom so adamantly.

Don’t abandon your true identity;

Embrace your eccentricities.

Guarding that key is of dire priority

So you can be the truth you’re meant to be.