Being Me

I met you for the first time,

And I liked what I saw,

I wanted to be your friend,

So I tried to change what I was.

I did my very best,

To be who you wanted me to be.

And, maybe, I did succeed,

Because you became a great friend to me.

But as I grew up and saw more of the world,

Who I had become appealed to me no more,

So I tried to become better,

To become who I wanted to be,

But you fought this change every time you met me.

I didn’t understand what was happening,

And I tried to explain.

Why I had changed,

Why I was no longer exactly who you wanted me to be.

I wish you had listened,

I wish you had seen,

My heart and soul that wanted to be free,

And then you would have realized

That I had become me.