When exactly was the begining of the end for me? <br />I...the me I set out to create, was to be a free spirit, <br />soaring in life like a wing spread eagle. <br />I...the me that I once wanted to be, <br />was bold and beautiful in my skin as me. <br /> <br />My life...always a clear vision of something better, <br />something grand. <br />I became a me that no one could have liked, <br />nor could possibly understand. <br /> <br />One ficticious character after another I would be, <br />created so that I could be whatever someone else <br />wanted me to be. <br />But then again... <br />I was asked to change and not be me. <br />Change to be that someone else <br />that wasn't right for the last person in my life with me. <br /> <br />Change this, change that... <br />be this, be that... <br />change, change, change, until... <br />I can't even recognize who the person is <br />that now says she is me. <br /> <br />Where did I go? <br />It's so hard for me to see, <br />that the person that I am, <br />is no longer the person I used to be. <br /> <br />I ask only to thine own self be true... <br />Why can't I just be me? <br />Am I always to be bound by visions <br />of what others want to see? <br /> <br />No way, not any more... <br />no more pretending, I must be free. <br />I need to focus on the person inside, <br />so I can be me, totally and completely.<br /><br />Shelly Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whatever-happened-to-just-being-me/
