Who am I really?

The true me isn’t wounded so tightly to a chair on wheels just to get from place to place. But walks everywhere with such confidence and strength.

The true me doesn’t face new obstacles but new challenges.

The real me wouldn’t hide her fear with sarcasm and hurtful sayings.

The true me wouldn’t fake strength because she’s afraid that she would be judged for acting weak.

The true me is deep inside my soul just waiting for the right time to escape.

The true me is just a thought that haunts my mind from time to time.

There is no true me.

I am who I am