Who I’m meant to be

Some days I feel like I’m running in place,

Chasing the future, afraid of the race.

Dreams in my chest, but the world feels loud,

Trying to stand out without standing proud.

I write down plans in the margins of time,

Study the stars and the reason they shine.

Everyone says “you’ve got years to see,”

But I already feel who I’m meant to be.

I’m learning slow, I’m growing fast,

Trying to make every moment last.

I’ve got questions the world can’t see,

But they’re shaping who I’m meant to be.

Every fear, every fall, every dream I chase —

It’s all a part of finding my place.

I want to help heal what the world can’t hide,

Find the calm where the pain resides.

White coat dreams, steady hands,

Holding hope where the broken stand.

Sometimes I wonder if I think too deep,

About life, and the promises I keep.

But maybe that’s how my heart will see,

The truth in who I’m meant to be.

I’m learning slow, I’m growing fast,

Trying to make every moment last.

I’ve got questions the world can’t see,

But they’re shaping who I’m meant to be.

Every fear, every fall, every dream I chase —

It’s all a part of finding my place.

And I’ll stumble, I’ll doubt,

But I’ll figure it out.

Every “not yet” is just a sign,

That I’m still becoming mine.

I’m learning slow, but that’s okay,

I’ll find the words I need to say.

Every hope, every ache in me,

Is building who I’m meant to be.

Every dream, every scar, every quiet belief —

It’s all leading me… to me.

Yeah, I’m not there yet —

But I’m who I’m meant to be.