The Real Me. Poem by Kayla Bryant

I was once so predictable,
but now I don't even know myself.
I was once so individual,
but now I'm like somebody else.
I know what I'm trying to say,
but it never comes out right.
I know who I want to be,
but the other half of me put up a fight.
Split personality, a war in my head.
This isn't the way to go,
I try to decide whats best for myself,
but really...I don't even know.
I need to let it out,
and stop holding back what I've got.
I don't even know what I'm missing,
cause I never take a shot.
I need to let go.
The rope is fraying,
all the while I sit here praying.
God, help me please. I need to be free.
I need to show everybody...
The real me.