Tis a long journey to become yourself,
Others may see better,
Many see worse,
But for me, I am myself.
Subject to no kings,
No qualms,
My flawed and dirtied pelt.
I wear, in pride,
I walk , in stride,
To betterment, or to damnation,
Know I do not.
But no longer shall I be,
Whom others see,
For I am who I am,
On this journey to be me.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
