my own

what is really out there

who do i really want to become

who am i really right now

how do i make the right decisions, how do I know.

thrown into the world with so many ideas, until i realized they were not my own

nothing was my own

they were my parents, teachers, other's ideas.

how do i make my own

i am learning on my own to be my own

and right now i am starting to finally really like my own

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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