Who I'm I.

I might look like me outside,but inside I'm totally different. My skin may look smooth outside but inside I'm just an ordinary rock. Who I'm I ? Am , I, me , myself or another? I have been longing to be myself., to be me , to find myself. Why do I reject myself, what made me hate my own self. Is it because of the colour of my skin, My race or my tribe , is it because of not having money . I lost many things because I never accept the person I am. Many people took advantage of me , torment ,manipulating me , using me because I never stood for myself. Cause I don't know who really I'm. They ride on me , They do whatever they wish , whenever they want. I can't speak for myself, I can't voice for my rights. I want to be me , to be myself. I don't want to be like those nobodies who doesn't care about themselves. I want to be myself until everybody gets the idea of who really I am. I don't wanna be a headless chicken, Or just following wind , without knowing the direction am heading to. I want to accept myself, to love myself. Nobody will love me if I don't love myself. I want to accept every detail of me. To be proud of myself. God created me to be me. I'm a clay pot , He is a porter.