There are so many things that I want to do and be,
But more than any of them, I just want to be me.
I wish for a day when I could look at myself in a mirror
Without wishing I was different – taller, thinner,
Perfectionism is so tiring, I want to stop and rest,
But I won’t allow myself; I have to do my best.
I wish for a day when my best is good enough for me,
Perfection isn’t necessary, one day I will see,
If that day arrived I finally would be free,
And then I could truly let myself be me.