I used
to try to become somebody else,
when I was young I thought I could change
myself, I looked at my passionate, headstrong
family and decided I would become an emotion-
less, rational human being who only did what’s right,
this inner fight made me miserable as the mental conflict
caused hormonal imbalances and I couldn’t eat or sleep,
when giving up and trying to be myself as I was made,
my body felt better and my spirit rejuvenated, trust
and belief growing stronger; hope strengthened
by knowledge and observation, I accepted
that I had the right to
be me…
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i love this piece, well and truly, i many of the times don't like being me because i compare myself with others and want to be them, but really we can only really function properly if we like who we are and become who we are, top write Margeret 10 from me