Do I fit in this world?
Where you have to be bold
Where stress is a weakness
And you cannot get old.
Do I want to be?
With people that see
My body and face
Not my mentality
I have tried and I’ve lied
And I feel like I’ve died
But I always remain true
To what’s really inside
Does this make me weak?
Or simply a freak
To be unable to change
What makes me unique?
What ever you have
Is it really enough?
Could I fake it?
Live my life as a bluff?
Should I be
So open and free?
Let people see
What’s really me?
Why do I wonder?
What you think of me
Why do I worry?
Of the image you see
I spend so much time
With these questions in mind
It’s not the best way
To spend my short life
But if I am this way
If I’m not led astray
In all truth and honesty
I’m just being me.

Rebecca Neale