Who have I been trying to prove myself to all these years?
Who is the one that letting down I fear?
When I keep pushing myself to achieve goals that do not align
With my values or the vision that I have in mind
When I let my sense of self and clarity undergo
Slow erosion to where I feel I do not know
Who I have become- who, after all, am I trying to please?
Who is the master, whose control over me does not cease?
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I have nothing to prove to anyone or the version of myself old
That by confusing identity with achievement has suffered misery untold
Nothing to prove- just to be fully present
In my life, to experience in full each moment
Passion...unbridled 