What I want to say is / through growing up, / what I've discovered is that / this world is a very vast, / a very wonderful / and beautiful one. / And there are so many things to discover, / but the most important journey / I think all of us will go through / is the journey in ourselves, / to find our truth, / to find who we are / and what makes us happy./ And in our culture, / we are told that if we're beautiful, / if we're skinny, / if we're successful, / famous, / if we fit in, / if everyone loves us, / that we'll be happy. / But that's not entirely true. / And this is what I want to talk about basically. / I’m going to start with a poem / that I wrote when I wasn’t very happy. / I actually wrote this a year ago, / but again, / as if you know depression, / it comes back. / It’s a reccurring thing / that you can’t really sort away. / Anyway. / Who am I? / Who am I trying to be? / Not myself. / Anyone / but myself. / Living in a fantasy / to bury the reality, / making myself the mystery. / A strong facade, / disguising the misery. / Empty / but beyond the point of emptiness. / Full to the brim of fake confidence. / A God that will never be broken / because I broke / a long time ago. / I'm hurting, / but don't tell anyone. / No one needs to know. / Don’t show / or you’ve failed. / Always okay, / always fine, / always on show. / The show must go on. / It will never stop. / The show / must not go on, / but I know it will. / I give up, / I give up giving up. / I am lost. / I don’t need to be saved; / I need to be found. / Basically, / it’s kind of just the same reccurring thing of, / yeah, / not knowing who you are / and feeling lost. /