Unfinished Life

I wake up in the morning,
Wondering who I’m suppose to be.
Will I act like her, or just try to be me?
How do I dress?
Or even fix my hair for today.
Will I wear this or that?
Walk or drive?
Scream or cry?
Who am I suppose to be,
If I'm suppose to change?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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February 10, 2012 at 4:36 PM
You have the gift of expression, Samantha-Jane. I think most people your age feel this way, but aren't able to articulate the feelings. I'm sure you have heard it before, but here goes ~ just be yourself. And remember how much you are loved by your Father. Blessings, Rhonda
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