Unsure

The things I wanted were not truly me;

Looks, attention, and popularity.

I now see the beauty inside of me;

Intelligence and creativity.

Clinging to the approval of others,

Barely able to grasp the thin thread.

The cruel judgment of the crowd smothers

me, crushes me, destroys me,  leaves me dead.

Though now things have changed within my life;

Flaws I once rejected I now accept,

Irrational fears no longer met with strife.

As I grew I was no longer inept.

Once I was afraid to be who I am

Now I am confident in who I am