I am young.
I don’t know quite who I am yet.
I am many people and yet none of them.
I see my ideal self, the woman I wish to become. I feel the gulf between reality and my hopes.
I am strong but vulnerable.
I am a perfectionist, I don’t like to give up.
I am tenacious, I will see it through to the bitter end.
People seem to like me, but I don’t like myself.
My friends say they love me, I have no idea why.
I can speak up for others, but have yet to find my own voice.
I am lonely but I don’t want to be defined by a relationship.
I choose to trust, to hope, to see the best in others.
I’m sure everyone is essentially good, we just have to look hard enough.