How will you ever know,
If what you've done to honor your life,
Has been enough to even show,
Others what you really have inside.
What you really were made for?
The fact that others can't see that,
Is a sign that you're not sure.
For every person, there is that thing,
That when found is what they want.
It's not the struggle- that doesn't exist,
When you like it a lot.
It's alright,
It's hard to find your thing,
And even when you do, society demands,
That you make a living.
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