The Journey to Find Who I Really Am

At first, I thought I was a mix of my sisters.

 

They were complete opposites:

One was cautious, one was reckless.

One did well in school, the other struggled.

One was popular, the other had few friends.

 

I was told many times:

You have the good traits of both!

You do amazing in school,

You are not too cautious, not too reckless.

 

What they didn't see were the problems that I faced:

I had no real friends.

I couldn't trust anyone.

I didn't know who I was.

 

Eventually, I realized they were all wrong:

I didn't like math; I liked art.

I didn't want to be like my sisters; I wanted to surpass them both.

I didn't want to be perfect; I wanted to be my own unique person.

 

Now, I know that I have always been completely different than my sisters.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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