Who Am I

I try to be the good girl, The girl who has it all together, But I'm not. I'm the girl crumbling into pieces trying to find herself, The girl who isn't sure who she is but knows what she has to be, But that isn't the real me. The real me wants to escape from that trapped box of everyone's expectations. It seems impossible. I want to find me. But it seems to be the hardest thing that can be. Who I am is up to me, but you see, No one seems to understand that part of me.