I am what I am, 

For I was what I was, 

Releasing what once mattered, 

Holding on to what was not. 

  

I once shied away, 

From the self that was my own, 

Yearning to be someone else, 

Unaware I already was. 

  

Love, I viewed with hate, 

Growing to despise the love within, 

For myself and others, 

Thinking being different was the path. 

  

I reached a point to leap, 

To kill the lifeless within, 

But I chose life over death, 

Only to shed another's existence. 

  

Now I rise like Lady Lazarus, 

With remnants of the past on my skin, 

Lessons etched in pores and soul, 

As I forge the self I crave. 

  

I move, at times just crawl, 

Becoming the one I yearn to be, 

Unhindered by any force, even my own, 

I embrace the freedom to be me. 

  

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