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.