I’m struggling to find my place,
somewhere that I belong.
Spending days, weeks, months,
searching inside of myself.
Where is it that I can be accepted?
Where, in this ever-changing world,
is there a place for me?

But then I stop and think:
What is it to be accepted?
Gaining another’s approval of who I am?
And then the realization washes over me;
I don’t need to belong, to blend in.
I don’t have to be where there are others.
No, I’ll choose to step out of the line,
to stray off the path.
I’ll go my own way,
the way that I choose.
So next time just remember:
Don’t even dare try to tell me who I am.