I have missed myself
When I’ve been lost,
When I’ve been weak
And not as strong,
As I know I can be
And that’s when I miss,
The authentic me
When we try and act out roles,
But then I fail and the I fold
But I keep marching
For I believe in my soul
And rediscover my path back home
That returns me
To the person I like to be
And that’s the authentic self
Living life caring and free
Breaking out the norms of society.