day nine: trying to figure out me.

you say you want me to be happy with me

you say you don't want me to hide behind the things i do

but what you don't get is:

i am young

i am free

i am and trying to figure out me

some days i like going

some days i'd rather stay put

some days i'm insane with laughter

some days i'm quiet and somber

some days i'm the me you want me to be

other days i'm not.

so let me try me on for size

let me figure me out

one day at a time

i'm happy,

(or, at least, i'm learning how to be)

i promise.

(life is too short not to be)

because i'm trying new things

i'm finding me

i'm not standing still all the time

i'm not stuck, although most days in my head,

i do feel that way.

i'm figuring out the world

by being in it.

i'm not afraid of what or who i'll find

because i know i'm out there somewhere,

i know i'm waiting to be found

and the search is fun thus far, my friend,

and i feel more beautiful than a falling star.