I tend to question myself the same
Whether I'm frail or have strength
Some say they are one and the same
Since we all have weaknesses and strengths
But I'm not concerned for anyone else
I'm worried about myself
How come I'm never like the rest?
How long till I become just like them?
I wonder and wait till the answer comes some day
Maybe soon, perhaps not
Whether or not the answer fills my thoughts
I'll understand and forever remain with the truth in mind
At the end of it all
I've come to realize
I never will and never want to be like them
Not like the rest
I am me
And not them
I have learned to accept this
And I am in all heart and soul convinced that this is the truth I've been longing for
To be or not to be
I am
Me
