Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

I’m not who you think I am.
In fact, I’m not even who you think I think I am.

I used to try to be the Me I thought you thought I should be.
Then I realized, you don’t know Me.
You’ve never seen me.
Just the Me I let you to see.
Distorted through filters of what you thought you’d like to see.
The Me I thought you thought I was.

Yet, here you are,
tripping me on invisible strings of guilt atached to your idea of me.
Mourning for me,
yearning for what you thought I could be.

That’s the thing though,
I’ll never be who you want my Me to be,
I can only be just Me.

I’ve always been just Me.
The Me’est Me I could ever be,
forever lost on a voyage of self discovery.
Wishing fervently you’d hear my pleas. Wishing you would join me.
Learn me.
Love me.
Know me.

Alas, I venture the course alone.
I forged a righteous path all on my own.
Triumphant in my misery.
I’m saved.

For all the ways you say I’ve changed,
indeed,
my inner truth’s remained the same.

I’ve always been the she you see,
the she that’s been in front of you.
And though, perhaps, you’re blind to me,
Of this, I can assure you;
I am who I say I am.
I am strong.
I am mighty.
I am the only the Me I’m meant to be.
Each day, I embrace every part me.

Through growth, though grace,
I’ve broken free.
No longer can your ugly thoughts control me.

I’ve blossomed into a vibrant Me.
My favorite Me.
The Me I’ve always strived to be.
The perfect she with all I need.

You see,
Now is the time for me to shine.
I’m gone.
You can all just watch me soar.
‘Cuz over time I learned,
I really like this clever girl.

Forever more I’ll do all I can
to love the only Me I am.