'My World Revolves'

These pieces of myself that bombard me,

Fragments of people I wish I could be.

They gather behind my eyes and try to see my world.

Always pushing and shoving like children,

Confusing and changing me as they go.

I try to be myself but they keep turning me away.

Pulling me this way and that, ‘Why not be me today~?’

Always always I watch those with perfect demeanor.

Why are they so confident in who they are?

Am I the only one who has to fight with myself?

Through trial and error, the answer I’ve come to is ‘No.’

Just like me, they have to constantly battle and strive.

Always clinging to what they want to be.

After a while, I noticed that they watch me too.

But what they see is someone who always embraces change,

Walks her own path, and does it all with the confidence of experience.

They too fight their 100 fragments, searching for the perfect combination.

And the only difference between me and them is that I’m still looking~