True to Myself

I may not be perfect, an impeccable art,
But I’m true to the voice that beats in my heart.
Flaws intertwine with my essence so real,
Yet in my authenticity, I find my zeal.

I won’t contort myself to fit others’ molds,
Or succumb to the pressure that society holds.
I embrace every quirk, each unique trait I bear,
Unapologetic in the person I dare to wear.

Perfection’s a mirage, an illusion so grand,
But being true to myself is a truth I can stand.
I may stumble and falter, make mistakes on the way,
But I’ll never lose sight of who I am, come what may.

In a world that demands we all follow the pack,
I’ll blaze my own trail, and never look back.
For in my imperfections, my true self resides,
A beautiful tapestry that no flaw can hide.

So I’ll walk with my head held high, unashamed,
Embracing the journey, my spirit untamed.
I may not be perfect, but I’ll always be me,
True to myself, forever and eternally.