When exactly was the begining of the end for me?
I...the me I set out to create, was to be a free spirit,
soaring in life like a wing spread eagle.
I...the me that I once wanted to be,
was bold and beautiful in my skin as me.
My life...always a clear vision of something better,
something grand.
I became a me that no one could have liked,
nor could possibly understand.
One ficticious character after another I would be,
created so that I could be whatever someone else
wanted me to be.
But then again...
I was asked to change and not be me.
Change to be that someone else
that wasn't right for the last person in my life with me.
Change this, change that...
be this, be that...
change, change, change, until...
I can't even recognize who the person is
that now says she is me.
Where did I go?
It's so hard for me to see,
that the person that I am,
is no longer the person I used to be.
I ask only to thine own self be true...
Why can't I just be me?
Am I always to be bound by visions
of what others want to see?
No way, not any more...
no more pretending, I must be free.
I need to focus on the person inside,
so I can be me, totally and completely.
Shelly Price
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whatever-happened-to-just-being-me/
