Free to be

My True Self was hidden beneath someone A person pretending to fit in Yearning for love from those called friends Listening to music that others amend Watching movies filtered through their lens Exhausted from fake smiles that offended my soul, a stranger to joy Those 'friends' departed, Leaving blame and haunting thoughts: 'Something's wrong with me' Then arrived kindred spirits Who liked me real, no filters to lend My true self emerged, wild and carefree No more judgment on music's melody No shame in movies that bring me delight I realized – I wasn't the problem's weight Blameless, finally free to be me Perhaps they weren't to blame, just not my destiny