Authentic and True

As a child my mother told me, that I had a unpleasant disposition. And I was told that I needed to be, familiar with the Act of Contrition. When my full name was in use, I knew that I was in trouble. Not having an appropriate excuse, I ran out the back door, on the double. I was reminded that I was the difficult one. And my older brother was the prince. He was always the perfect son. It has remained the same, ever since. Soon after getting married, I found out, that my husband wanted me to change. He had issues we needed to talk about. Telling me that my way of thinking was strange. I was so glad that he brought that to light. How could I have missed it for so long? I knew just how to make it right. And I proceeded to make it all wrong. If I had known how to become, the person that they wanted me to be. I would have surely overcome, what it was that led to my being me. Why couldn't I just be myself? Isn't that what most people do? Not put themselves up on a shelf. Hiding what was authentic and true. Over the years, could no one see, the sadness and hurt deep inside? That I only knew how to be me. No matter how hard I tried.