The real me

For 24 years I lived,

Believing I am who they told me to be,

Who they told me I really was.

A people lover

A mother figure

A kind soul

A happy woman

A dependable friend

All positive, all adjectives

That you couldn't possibly complain about

Or could you?

And here I am,

Living in a world where I didn't

Have to be anything they said I had to be,

I am all the things they didn't ever say I would be.

Sad, angry, frustrated, truthful, lonely, inappropriate, lustful, nerdy and quiet.

This is what seems closest to my discovery of me,

To feel all that I could never feel;

I no longer care about what they ever said or will ever have to say,

All I know and care about

Is that I am the real me today.