Growing up
Everyone seemed more
Interesting
Popular 
Or
Deserving
Than me.

I wished I could be
Like them
Or be them
Any of them
All of them.

I tried
To please them
All the time
Until 
I lost all the notion
Of myself.

And now
I am trying to find
Myself
Anew
In the abyss
Of doubts
In the depths
Of uncertainty.

It takes time
To find out
Who I am.
It takes courage
To accept
Myself.
It takes maturity
To know
That others
Don't
Define me.

I owe it
To myself
To celebrate
What is inside.
The path
To happiness
Is
Through
My true
Self.