Who am I?
Some say I’ve changed
But have I?
Or am I merely revealing
Who I always was
Maybe I’m just fed-up
With people not understanding
Perhaps I’m finally breaking free
From always hiding the true me
There seems to come a time
When we can no longer be afraid
To let others finally see
Our true identity
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
I believe we become who suppose to be. Many mentors and teachers taught-us and we find our place of comfort. I agree with the ending. We need to show real face. Wonderful poetry dear Poet.
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Thank you John, that means so much to me.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Let ‘er rip. Life is too short to hide.. Beautifully told.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful poetry .
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Thank you 🙂
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Muturity lessens the fears
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I’m learning and trying to respect and understand and be supportive.
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