Every time I think Ive found myself,
I find someone who's more me than me,
The me I want to be.

Makes me want to change again,
Readjust my course,
(Tho somewhere deep, I know it's only ashes to ashes or dust to dust,
And what course I take to get there matters not.)

I'm starting to feel that all this talk of diversity is a lie.
We are all more alike than we think,
Maybe more than we'd like.

But maybe, if the pursuit of individuality
Has overshadowed the pursuit of happiness,
Then we torture our own souls
Trying so hard to be different,
Trying to be something we're not.

-jenn