For Me
I lost my grip on the golden ring–
the one thing that held meaning,
the one thing I was reaching for
while everything else slipped through.
I tried so hard to impress
that I lost sight of what I do best.
Caught up in conforming,
I traded pieces of myself
for approval I never even wanted.
I don’t need to be a hero.
I don’t need to be a star.
I just want to see people
for who they really are,
and I want them to see me–
not the version I built
to survive the room,
but the one underneath.
I can’t live my life
as a mournful tune,
diluted to fit in,
watered down
until there’s nothing left to taste.
I’m searching for the verse
that makes the song complete,
and I don’t care anymore
if you like what you hear.
I don’t easily give up
on what I believe.
All or nothing.
It’s all for me.