I still don’t quite know who I am yet. for a very long time, I wasn’t me. and then I felt I had to be unique apart from everyone else but I still wasn’t myself becuase I was trying not to copy anyone else. oh, the pain it brought me too stuck in my ways to admit when I was wrong too scared to see what was right I would rush forwards towards whatever I thought was good cast out that which I thought would not be liked becoming a chameleon to fit in with you I know now I do not have to be so simply defined or so complicated either I still don’t know where I’ll end up but I’m okay with that now so long as I feel like myself I will be alright so long as I feel free I will be alright
