I try to be the good girl,
The girl who has it all together,
But I'm not.
I'm the girl crumbling into pieces trying to find herself,
The girl who isn't sure who she is but knows what she has to be,
But that isn't the real me.
The real me wants to escape from that trapped box of everyone's expectations.
It seems impossible.
I want to find me.
But it seems to be the hardest thing that can be.
Who I am is up to me, but you see,
No one seems understand that part of me.
Poem About Identity Crisis
This poem is so relatable, at least to my life. Those expectations everybody has for us are so much bigger that in trying to achieve them we lose ourselves and then a time comes when we...
Who Am I?
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2019 with permission of the Author.
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