The Real Me

I caught myself in a daze...

Not daydreaming

But lost in thought.

I was trying to understand

Who I am…

Because in the midst of trying to

Please everyone else

I lost me.

And I'm searching...

Searching hard

But I'm gone.

I've disappeared from all existence

So I'm continuing to be the me

That everyone else says is okay

For me to be

And sometimes I feel like

I'm getting close...

Like me is right there

And I can be myself

If only for a minute.

But then --

I always let it pass.

Because what if I don't like

The real me?

Just like everyone else

Doesn't like the real me.

Then who am I

But a shell of a person

With no true personality

No rhythm

No rhyme

Still not the real me.