*miss almost, miss maybe, miss halfway*

I've been thinking
And searching,
Trying to find...
things about myself.
The things I'm used to
And stuff I didn't know was there before.
Discovering things
Thoughts, views, notions
That I used to supress
Are really still a part of me and what I do, and no matter how
.:insignificant:.
they may seem,
They still affect things.
Trying to learn something
*~how not to act~*
What not to say
What should remain in my mind, what should be seen
And realizing that hiding behind my own insecurities,
my own doubt,
Was,
and is,
really just hiding myself.
And knowing that if I just take a deep breath and say what I'm thinking...
I can be seen as who I am.
Which isn't as bad as it used to be.
If I want to be *known*
If I want to be *truthful*
and *honest*
That's how I want to be viewed...
[[hiding]] isn't an option.
It's better to bare everything
And not be accepted
Than to hide
And be loved for who I'm really not.
I'm an odd bird.
I have strange quirks. And my own views on everything.
I make mistakes **often**
And have strange thoughts
Odd comments
Things I think are funny until they're said
>>>>>I'm not perfect<<<<<<
I sing my own song
And while I've heard similar notes within the songs of others recently,
~Nothing matches my melody note for note~
I dance my own dance
And in the colorguard of life,
I spin my own sparkly pink flag
In a sea of black and white.
Here is my fingerprint
Final and complete
Nothing hidden,
Everything's there
This is *who I am*
.....Take me or leave me.
[[there is no in between]]