Judged, plagued, bitten and chewed.
Thrown, crushed, ignored and flushed.
I am so tired.
Can I just be honest?
I tried, I really tried.
To be who you want me to be.
To be who they wanted me to be.
I just wanted to be me.
Not feeling accepted, always rejected, I copied.
So that I can be adapted.
So that I can be liked.
So that I can be loved.
Even if for only a little while
It’s bitter. It’s cruel. But it is the truth.
No matter who I try to be, I will always be me.
But why am I even trying to be someone they like, someone you like,
When I am the happiest when I am me?
Now I don’t even know who I am.
So many faces that I have.
It’s hard to recognize yourself with all the facades you keep.
And then you realize,you should have always been who you are, and who you wanted to be.
Now I promise you, I will try my best to be me.
And if you don’t like me?
Then darling, you are just a wasted dream.