I think we become a bit of everyone else before we truly become ourselves.
I always told my mom that
I wanted to be this beautiful girl
I saw on tv when I grow up.
I didn’t know it at the time,
But what I was really saying was that I wanted to be like her,
Not be her.
It’s funny, though, because my whole life
I kept quiet thinking I was
Doing the world a favor.
My thoughts are scrabble pieces
I haven’t quite formed to achieve the highest score yet,
So why would anyone want to hear them?
I wasn’t not being myself because
I didn’t know who I was—
No one ever let me discover myself.
But as I grew, I realized:
Loving yourself doesn’t mean becoming all the things you want to be.
Flowers don’t know whether they’re becoming a rose or a dandelion
But either way they’re beautiful.
I grew into myself, like growing into those shoes
You bought despite knowing they were too big for you.
I was always told poems
Have to rhyme
But I didn’t care as long as I got my thoughts out
And I was always told that you cant mix cursive and manuscript
But I didn’t care because I thought that it looked
Like my thoughts
The world isn’t out to get you,
it’s out to change you
and I never realized until they told me
my shoes were too big for me.
I always wanted to be like the roses
And I never grew quite big enough
But at least I never wanted to be something else.