Will I ever be me?

I’ve been told that it really doesn’t matter,

It’s what’s on the inside that counts-

Then reality rears its ugly head.

At times I weep endlessly,

Longing to be THAT person- the person I’m supposed to be in my own distorted vision.

I look in the mirror with such disgust,

I am not disillusioned- I know what I see.

Sometimes I work harder-

Sometimes I give up.

At the end of it all-

Will I ever be me?

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