For years I was something of a chameleon. Not having the self confidence to just be myself I tried too hard to fit in. Depending on where I was going and in particular who I would see, I would adapt. I would wear different clothing, act differently, talk about different things. I could even enjoy things in one situation that I would then ridicule in another. I was simultaneously a goth, a rock chick and a Brossette! In the morning I could spend hours staring into the wardrobe choosing what to wear while I worried about who I would see that day, and if there was any likelihood of me bumping into someone who knew me as someone else. Gradually I became so used to camourflaging myself that I forgot who the real me was, I just knew that I was not quite comfortable being me. It’s been hard work finding myself again, and I am still not quite there, but for now I am content to be on the right path to my true self.

I am not who you think I am
 I do not intend to be
 Whatever you may think of this
 I will be true to me.
 I have to find the truth myself
 Of who I really am
 Or face the consequence of always 
 Feeling I'm a sham.
 The truth of me has gotten lost
 Through the passing of the years 
 But now it’s time to seek it out
 No more useless tears.
 I know it is no easy task that
 I have set my soul
 And yet it is essential now
 So I may become whole.
 Too much time and energy
 I've wasted on this scheme
 I am, I can, I will be
 So much more than I ever dreamed.