I once had a silly little dream
to be myself.
To let people know the "real"
me.
To not let what others want
to see determine how I portray myself.
That silly little dream died rather swiftly once I reached high school where clichés rule and overt uniqueness is shunned.
It was resurrected for a brief
little while in college.
Where uniqueness is advertised
in the acceptance letter,
but only uniqueness that is
uniquely like theirs.
I once had a silly little dream
to be myself.
To let people know the "real"
me.
To not let what others want
to see determine how I portray myself.
Sometimes I let that dream come out and have a good cry over how silly I was to dream such a dream.
Sometimes, just for kicks, when I meet new people I'll show them the "real" me.
And sometimes, just sometimes, those people will actually like the "real" me.
But not enough, defiantly not enough, to keep the "real" me around in place of the one who is maybe actually able to possibly, maybe procure the life the "real" me once considered having when I had that silly little dream.
Such is life.
