I am...me.

I am me. There is nothing to it. I am free. I am strong. I am beautiful in my own way. I am me.

I want to be somebody, not a nobody. I want to see the world, see the dark corners of our twisted planet, see the beauty of an after storm sunset on a beach, walk through a field of wheat with the suns' strong rays beating down on my back. There is so much to me but so little as well. I want to be perfect, feel perfect, look perfect. I would cast away my life to fulfill the needs and wants of another. I would give, wholly, myself to a loved one. My heart would open to them in ways where I would not, could not, comprehend. I want to feel a lover's touch and relish the feel of being beautiful in their eyes, and their eyes alone. I am strong but I am weak. I know where I stand in my life but have no idea where my place is in the world. I am a puzzle piece; I fit so well into the image that society has provided the world but I distort it with my dreams and wants. I am not perfect but I try. I try so fucking hard.
An old chapter of my life is coming to a close end and the start of a brand new one is about to begin. I am afraid but giddy at the same time. I am someone who will never stop until they succeed. I am someone who will no longer let others bring her down. I am strong. I will show the world where I will stand.

I am me.