Who am I?


Can we really show our true colors? 

Without being dissatisfied.

Without being judge.

Without making an image to satisfy others.

Voices have tried to herd.

But eventually their confidence is lost.

Some maybe soft as a chips ahoy cookie.

In the end the being nice doesn't get you anywhere.

As I look at myself in the mirrior.

I should see me. 

Instead I see someone else.

The person I shouldn't be.

I see the person that I am afraid of. 

But I am more afraid 

To show

The person I want to be.


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