The feelings that engulf me, never seem to leave unseen.
As if a raging water slowly drowns who I used to be.
Leaving me not knowing who I should become.
Do I become who others want of me or who I wish I was.
A better version of the present person standing parallel.
What are the steps?
The rule book per say.
To becoming the ultimate version of yourself.
Better in character, physique, and emotions
If I could fix every part of me I hated.
Would I even recognize myself.
Would It be as if a stranger took my place.
At the end of the day it really is a give and take concept.
Would you throw yourself away just to be a perfect version.
YOU ARE READING
to someone.
Poetrypeoms written for people still figuring out who they are. if you're here, than I guess that would be you.
