Accepting Me

I tried to fit in, but yet I saw myself as the outsider. Admittedly I acted like somebody who I wasn't because that is what I thought I had to be to finally be accepted. It always bothered me about why I could never be accepted and then I looked at myself and said it was because I wasn't comfortable with myself yet. I looked at myself as being unworthy and never having the confidence in myself. Today I want to be accepted for the person that I am with no pretending even if that's is what you prefer. This is me and I'm happy about that, so you either accept me or you don't.

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Steven Virden

Being able to express things that I have seen and finally talking about it.

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