Who Am I?

What do I see when I look in the mirror?What do people think when they hear my name?These questions could not be posed any clearer.Their answers should bring no shame.  I see someone who tries her best to be the best.They think of someone who makes them laugh.Something I feel should not be left to the rest.The person I am now is only a rough draft.  I have to admit I make plenty of mistakes.From each one I learn that I’m not perfect (not yet anyway).Despite each person’s different takes,I get closer and closer every day.  My name is one no one can forget.When they see me they’re sure to speak.What people say doesn’t mean shit.Never cared about what they think.  The true me is someone who is afraid.Of exactly what I don’t know.People don’t see through the person she has portrayed.Her true colors will never show.  Who is the true me?That is not a simple question.As though it may seem to be.Just let me teach you a lesson.  The person you are and the person you want to be,Should not be different by far.Be the person you want to see.I’m close but no cigar.

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