Reconnect

I haven't met all of me yet
But I compare myself to someone else instead of the person I was yesterday.
My high self standards are kept up by a broken shelf
I will never find peace in something I wasn't meant to settle for
So I'll search for an open door
I'll dissappear but I'll explore
Until I feel like myself once more

This poem is about: 
Me

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