Autobiographical

For years I didn’t know who to be

Or how to be whatever it was I was

Or wasn’t

I kept being other people

The person I thought others liked

Or expected me to be

Or the person I kind of wanted to be

Even though I couldn’t

I was trying to please everyone

Especially my ego

And lost myself

I could have stayed lost forever

But luckily I’ve started the process of finding me

Turns out I’m here somewhere

Safe and sound

Waiting to do what I really should be doing

In case you’re wondering, I got here by asking questions

Of myself

Like: what are you doing?

How did you wind up here?

What were you thinking?

Thankfully everything is all right

But jeezus what a curious route I took getting to the wrong place

So now I’m getting it sorted

I’ve met myself

Getting along just fine