The Process
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The true me is a process
The true me
Is question that I sometimes have to contemplate sadly
Cause my generation, my parents, and the people on TV
Are all fighting the fight to try and define me
Internally it has been an eternal question
Right out the womb everyone contributes a suggestion
Swallow their words but insecurity is the result of the digestion
I want to regurgitate it all like Usher here is my confession
How long can I rely on the lies of things deemed pretty
If my impression can impress then I won’t need your pity
But that’s not the true me
The answer to the question of my identity is not found so easily
Take away the makeup the hair extensions that are arranged so delicately
And maybe you can find a me who doesn’t present her identity falsely
After this is gone can I be me… No
Know that the true me still faces a façade also known as a nuisance in my decade
The notorious… always wanting to be victorious…creators that think themselves to be glorious
And now I to you I present…
The being that I speak of known as the parent
When their good intentions stifle your dreams
When the weight of you your GPA dare to tear the seams
It seems as though the parental units have gone beyond their call of duty, task, and junction
Because when did parenthood and love become synonymous with dysfunction
So take away the world’s definition of beauty and the voice of an adult
Could the true me truly be the result.
Not quite there is one more curtain
The fear of rejection …I’m not the only one behind this one, of this I am certain
It is what lies beyond this one that is our greastest fear
for once this once is removed a stage will appear
On this stage there is no props nothing to hide behind
Nothing to protect you from the words and actions of the unkind
When I let my guard down its no longer my decision
The world can dissect me and make an incision
This fear in many ways model a self prison
Tell the world I am pretty
Tell my mom to accept me
Tell my confidence to live despite those who neglect me
And behind the outer layer the façade the curtain the prison
Lies my true soul which longs to be risen
When given
The chance
You’ll see her dance and rejoice with glee
Because only at this time can she act comfortably
Here lies no lies but only the true me
Who wants to make an appearance
More often than rarely