It wasnt in the applause nor the praise
that I found myself
but in the quiet moments alone with my thoughts
when the world went still and I could finally breathe
I had looked for myself in mirrors
in the faces of others in the expectations they set
but every reflection seemed foreign
until one day I stopped searching and simply looked within
The truth wasnt loud or dramatic
it was gentle like a soft whisper in the night
I wasnt the person I had tried to become
I was the person I always was hidden behind a thousand dreams
And in that quiet glance I understood
I didnt need to be anyone else
because the person I had been searching for was always here
waiting patiently to be seen