Last year, I wasn't me.
Well, I wasn't the real me, the true me.
I was the me who ate lunch in the library because I was afraid of talking to new people.
I was the me who wouldn't speak up in class, even though I knew all the answers.
I was the me who wouldn't make new friends because I was too scared or rejection.
I was the me who was a background character in my own life.
I was the me who wasn't happy with myself or with my life.
But this year, I am me.
This year, I am the me who talks to people, even strangers-- a thought unimaginable last year.
This year, I am the me who can't wait for lunch so I can see my new friends.
This year, I am the me who is learning more by asking questions and participating in class.
This year, I am the me who likes myself and is confident.
This year, I am the me who has accepted who I am and what I'm worth.
This year, I am the me who is happy.
This year, I am me.
And to be honest, there is no one else I'd rather be.