33 Poems About Be Yourself

It’s a beautiful thing to fall in love with yourself over and over again. Remind yourself that you are worth it and that sometimes, it’s okay to think about yourself first before you think about someone else. If you need a little reminder, these poems we compiled will surely give you a fresh perspective on the true meaning of self-love. Enjoy and don’t forget to share it with the people you love.

Poems About Be Yourself

 

1. I Am Who I Am

 

I am who I am

Who else would I be

I won’t change for you

So why change for me

I won’t waste my life

Being someone I cannot be

Because I’m not a fake

Unwilling to break

Get used to what you see

I’m going to be me.

 

 

 

2. I Am Simply Me

 

My life is fairly bland,

but it belongs to me.

I’m not popular,

but my friends are more than enough.

I tend to be impulsive

saying and doing what I want when I want.

I can hide my emotions,

better than anyone I know.

I fight, dace and destroy

standing up for what I believe in.

I have no tolerance for the rude,

or the racist and homophobic.

I won’t admit my faults but,

I do know I make mistakes.

I am the sunrise after a sleepless night, blinding your eyes.

If my life was a playlist,

it’s be filled with acoustic songs.

It would be boring, but it would be me.

Dear Romeo, I’m no Juliet,

I’m simply me.

 

 

 

3. If I Could Be Someone

 

If I could be someone,

Who could I be?

My mother, my father,

or someone who’s free.

I wish I could be someone

Whose different in all ways.

Someone who’s rich or famous,

Or has those days.

If I could be someone,

I would choose to be free.

Free from rants and the paparazzi,

Choose to be filled with joy and glee.

If I could be someone,

I know exactly who to be.

Unique and different from all,

I would choose to be me.

Poems About Be Yourself

 

4. Myself

 

I have to live with myself, and so,

I want to be fit for myself to know,

I want to be able as the days go by,

Always to look myself straight in the eye,

I don’t want to stand with the setting sun

And hate myself for the things I’ve done.

I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf

A lot of secrets about myself,

And fool myself as I come and go

Into thinking that nobody else will know

The kind of man I really am,

I don’t want to dress myself up in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect,

I want to deserve all men’s respect.

But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,

I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to think as I come and go

That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show.

I never can hide myself from me,

I see what others may never see,

I know what others may never know,

I never can fool myself- and so,

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self-respecting and conscience free.

 

 

5. Be You

 

No one can change you

not one or two

people can change you.

You are you, stay that way,

every day is a new day

don’t let yourself fade away.

You know you are in love when they accept you for you.

Then you’ll be the perfect two,

But you have to accept them too.

Be what you want to be.

Then you will see

the real me.

But always remember.

No one is you are than you.

Hope you know that too

 

6. I Am Who I Am

 

I might not be the most beautiful

But I have beauty in full

I might not be your first choice

But I am a great choice

I am me

And that’s cool cos I am good at being myself and me

I don’t care about anything you say about me

It’s just that,you are not as good as I am

To everyone out there,

There is a better way of looking at your critics

Tell them you are not what they say

But you are who you are

Now say to yourself,

I’m the best ever

I’m a legend,

Remember confession is possession.

 

Poems About Be Yourself

7. Self Love

 

I accepted myself when I love you.

I got freedom in varied forms.

I see the life like it’s should be. Without pinky glasses on my eyes.

I don’t want from someone expectation.

I don’t put my hopes in somebody’s hands.

I know some may say that I’m changed.

Maybe I am getting too cold and too selfish.

But who will care about me if not I am.

I can’t hurt myself anymore.

I miss sometimes about this girl I was before.

But then I wasn’t love myself.

 

8. I cannot hurt you anymore.

 

Because I hurt myself.

Because my love for you.

Like is my love for I am.

 

Me, myself and you

In response to the knock on the door

I ran to open it and it was me, I was floored

Then my ear itches and I reached

Only to fall out of my ear, oh dear.

 

I flossed myself out from my grainiest smile

And lay on the tips of my eyelashes

I collected my thoughts and myself in a file

I burned it and rose from the ashes.

 

I swam an ocean so I can arrive in time

To be the reflection of myself looking down

I made myself smile although I was kicked

In ripples surrounding my ankles.

 

I can spell my name with my eyes closed

I know you can spell yours too

The message in this rhyme is enclosed

I hope you don’t mind I chose your alley

To pass through.

 

9. Did You Live Or Compromise

 

I wanted to be a psychologist

now I’m discovering biology.

 

I used to love doing athletics

now I’m lying down in my bed

eating chocolate bars and crying for the mess.

 

I loved reading books

now my library is full of dust.

 

My grades used to be perfect

but if you look at them right now

you won’t even find an A.

 

I don’t know who I’m trying to impress

I don’t know who I’m trying to fool

I’m not myself anymore.

 

In depth, there lays a question,

did you live or compromise?

 

10. This Way

By: Esther L. Krenzin

 

I treat you this way

because I cant afford to acknowledge your pain

if I did

I’d have to acknowledge my own.

 

11. 24/14

 

A year.

It’s been a year since I have been a totally different person.

And I don’t know if I should

thank you or hate you

for turning me into

this person that can’t love

anymore.

 

This person that can’t feel

anymore.

This person that doesn’t care

anymore.

 

Everything is flat and colorless.

Everything is 1D now

 

And I miss those moments when

I felt everything so strongly that I wanted to smash my head against the walls.

 

I feel that now,

but out of frustration that

nothing wakes up in me.

Nothing good.

 

Only tar, mud and slimy walls.

 

I look in the mirror and all I can see

is a pale, skinny, vacant face.

 

And I pull myself

to be like before.

Before you.

 

But she is so foreign from me

that I don’t know how to get to her.

How to rediscover her.

 

And like this

I drag myself

from one day to the other

hoping that

tomorrow

it will be

better.

 

Closed in a dark soundproof room

which I can’t escape.

 

And you.

You think I’m hopping around picking flowers.

 

12. Sleep

 

I wish I could just sleep like that too,

Feel so dizzy, I just can’t move.

This silence makes me want to sleep,

No little noise, not even a beep.

This cold breeze helps me more,

It would be a nice nap, I’m sure.

How could I sleep without getting caught?

Have heard no lessons that teachers have taught.

Are there waking pills, I wonder,

This dizziness doesn’t go until there’s a thunder.

Poems About Be Yourself 

13. My Night Ritual

 

It’s midnight and I’m really high,

just got back from anxiety’s party

and now I’m full of insecurities

and I’m really scared to fly.

 

14. Poems

 

Poems need your listening,

Though I’ll do the reading,

And though it has the rhyming.

You need to feel the feeling,

Hope my poem will be heart touching,

And I hope it will leave u smiling.

 

15. Me

 

How do I get to know this me?

Ask my friends

or enemies

who I know

are biased one way or the other?

 

Find myself in meditation

with a guru

or just with myself?

 

What if I discover

there is more than one me

that I have many selves?

 

Must I accept

all of them

or can I choose the ones

I like best?

 

Life is difficult.

Poems About Be Yourself

16. Why Not?

 

Agree to disagree,

Confusing statement

When I say it to myself.

Puzzling to others

As they see when they hear me

Making myself maniacally laugh.

Others preparing to call the

So called men in white coats,

Seeing me cry & yell at myself.

Why would I still care to talk to others,

If I already think I’m crazy

At the risk that they’d agree?

 

Think it’s not as crazy

To talk to yourself

Than it is to constantly

Agree with yourself as well.

 

17. Funny

 

In a kingdom full of jokes,

On that day my soul grew strange,

Funny-tormentor of my dreams,

I awoke and flung the bit,

Deep into that darkness screaming,

By the grave I saw the laughs,

Funny, chuckled I, yes, funny.

My passion is the terrific coincidence.

 

18. I’m Dead Anyways

 

Sometimes I feel like drowning

Straightway down in my thoughts

In my feelings that I feel fake

And in my time and space

Who sucks away my happiness!

 

I don’t feel ok with my friends

I don’t feel ok with my parents

But because I don’t feel ok

I know I feel great.

 

19. Wishes That Are Stuck In My Head

 

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see

are you worthy of me

just breathe I hear her say

you’ll be okay

 

I look at my hands

what a disgrace I am

smile to those afar

no one knows who

you really are, I hear

the voices say

I hate living this way

 

I hate being this way

why can’t someone stop the pain

am I that much of a disgrace

 

smile, smile, smile for the camera

be a big girl and pretend to be happy faster

laughter, laughter fills the air don’t let them

see that you’re full of despair

 

lay in the darkroom in your fuzzy socks

knees to your chest and try not to give up,

hold your heart in your hand and soon

the sun will kiss your skin

 

the alarm will hurt your ears

but at least you’ll know

that you’re still here

 

sweet dreams in my dark scary room

I really hope it is I who is worthy of you

 

no remedies for insanity

 

20. Sum To Loving

 

Dearest star of the story

I want to love you thoroughly

so you need not stray

last thought on your

mind an inclination

to play

 

Seek the arms of another who satiates your needs

pleasures you with fierce loving

cream of sexual deed

 

Forge a bond of love and trust as no other pair in time

taking us through

trials and tribulations

no this relationship

isn’t blind

Poems About Be Yourself

21. Bleached Preach

 

I sit here again

upon my balcony

above it all

my vacant world

 

So unfurled

for all to see

in the land of the blind

unable to decipher

 

Fooled by the cliché

unable to play

not even castling

to mildly impress

 

For only one knows

what lies beneath

my checkered bored

how I’m scored

 

How I do distain

being this plain

This most caustic

of pelted compromises

 

22. Love Yourself, Be Yourself

 

Courageous and honest hearts are truly accepted,

Be who you are and love yourself for eternity.

Don’t let nobody fill you up with ignorance and hate,

Your fate is in your hands, so think wisely.

No matter how much you try to be someone who you are not,

Deep down inside you know you are who you are and more.

No matter how small or huge the boat is floating in water,

It will sink to the bottom if there is a hole in it.

So don’t ever let yourself sink, if you know what I mean,

Try to reach high like you are trying to reach the stars.

There is no happiness if you are going to waste it behind bars,

One thing I found in it is myself who was lost in darkness.

I’m thankful for that even though I live with pain in my heart,

I feel like the pain is slowly vanishing away.

Cause I’m being myself and loving myself,

For who I am not who they think I am.

 

23. I Believe In Myself

 

In this world, I want to be many things.

People tell me I can’t be everything,

But I can’t listen to what they say.

I can’t let their envy control what I think.

With God, I know I can be anything,

And it is Christ who strengthens me.

 

Haters can tell me I can’t.

Discouragers can tell me that I won’t.

No matter what anybody says,

I believe in myself.

 

Anything I put my mind to,

I know that’s what I can do.

No matter what anybody says,

I believe in myself.

Poems About Be Yourself

24. Come What May

 

I am learning to say

Thank you, even to those

Wretched things.

I am learning to release this

Need to stay small and guarded

In my own tiny fortress.

I am going to find out how loudly

I can sing the songs that are trapped

Inside of me.

There are gifts I need to discover.

I am learning that when

It’s beautiful inside, it’s

Beautiful outside too.

 

There is stuff stored inside,

Deep inside of me,

That’s no longer mine to hold.

I will be bold enough to see it,

Unmask it,

Let my own masks fall to the floor.

I can make this world

Inside of me

A world worth loving for.

I am going to find out that

There’s so much more beauty inside

Than I have ever given myself credit for.

 

I am trying to say

Thank you, to those things that

Make me feel small.

They’ve awoken me to this place of

Newfound strength, after all.

I am finding my strength.

I’m not building walls anymore.

I let the rivers run through me so

I don’t crumble trying to resist

Every blow.

 

The struggle is not mine to keep today,

Not mine to wait for tomorrow.

If I can learn to let go of

What goes on inside of others,

I can begin the transformation of

Growing what’s beautiful

Inside of me.

I’ll stop standing in my own way now.

I’ll start working with every side

Wretched and divine.

My resistance has only been blocking

My ability to fully be

Who I came here to be.

 

The world outside of me cannot

Hit my wounds,

Cannot tear down my walls,

And bring me down too.

I’m already dismantling my false protections.

One rock at a time,

I redefine who I came here to be,

What I came here to see.

I am open and the rivers rush through me.

The winds blow fiercely not because

They wish to uproot my life, but because

Their power serves mines.

My roots grow deeper and

My wings stretch out.

There is nothing that can make me doubt

All that I am here to be.

 

I am learning to say

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for this lesson in sight.

Thank you for showing me my own might.

Oh, thank you for telling me that

Nothing can’t be done.

I am thankful now for

Knowing I am the one

I have been waiting for my whole life.

 

25. Smokescreen

 

Angel wings cover the warped wreckage of time,

Listening to the echoes of the painted mime.

Pirates of purgatory loom above the steel warship,

Loading the pearl handled pistol with sandalwood grip.

Navigating the cosmos of ribs past to bury your heart,

Trusting the visions vapored in the misty start.

Skull and crossbones traverse the plains of Sharon,

Seeking the ancient relic of forbidden polished bloodstone.

Armies encamp upon the hills at the throne of battles,

Dimensions of the pyramid capture the hidden chapel.

Arches of the stairway tower to the gates of redemption,

Guiding the prism of rainbows towards the ascension.

Archangel will travel into the witch’s golden halo,

Constellations spiral the siren towards Drago.

 

 

Hidden matrix converges into the carousel of the calliope,

Oracle vanishes to the tune of Stonehenge’s decree.

 

26. Silent Insanity

 

I’m scared, I’m so scared

I feel him, I smell him

He won’t stop touching me,

I won’t tell, I won’t tell,

Just let me go please, please.

His voice in my head,

Get on top, no, stop.

Get on top, I’ll hurt you

Boo

Scary story, no, It’s not a story.

It’s true, its fucking true.

Just stop it, go away

Die, you’re nothing, a worthless slut.

But, no buts

Just shut the fuck up.

All of you.

they don’t believe you, you lose he wins

No, he cant, he’s wrong, It’s a sin.

but he wins he took your courage, you’re left with nothing but fear and rage.

 

27. No. Bad Kitty.

 

I’m slowly shrinking smaller inside myself

Like a turtle retreating to its home

There’s idle chatter but I can’t hear it

I’ve retired to my own personal hell

 

I miss the carnal pleasures

And the aimless wandering I once indulged

You used to be my adventure and hiding place

Now I hide even from you

 

You’re right before me yet I don’t feel you

You don’t rattle my cage like a hungry beast

I miss the feeling of your breath on my neck

And your fist around my heart

 

All I feel is death inside

That old familiar pull to forbidden fruits

Poison though I know they are

Never looked so hypnotically sweet

 

28. Deeper and Deeper

 

Don’t want to be a drag or

bring anyone down

to the level of darkness I dwell in and

I decide to let

dictate how I feel,

not too much

seems real anymore

as if anything has before

but now I can’t ignore a certain uncertainty..

Detachment

I dig myself deeper and deeper

don’t seem to care

if I disappear.

At times I’d rather instead of

drowning in fears feeling so low

No place to hide from what happens on the inside, can’t even cry

forcing myself to smile

even though there’s no genuine happiness behind it.

 

I can’t even seem to write about anything other than my own

dark ass moments and thoughts.

I’ll admit it weighs heavy

I notice I move slower every day

and the sorrows don’t go away

the mind chatter stays

always analyzing everything

each and every moment

I cannot stop myself

Though I guess I haven’t tried as hard as I think I have.

 

29. Sometimes  

it tends to get a little  

overwhelming or just a bit  

too loud too crowded too much.  

 

I don’t want to explain  

explicitly why I just need  

to be by myself breathe  

from time to time.  

 

You can tell me it’s weird  

even doubt my reasons  

but don’t expect me  

to apologize.

 

30. Alone In A Room  

 

Alone in a room  

solitude my wisest friend

and I’m great with that  

my company I keep best  

and art is my salvation

 

multitude of forms  

music movies books writing  

fleeting loneliness  

wiped away like all other  

impermanent emotions  

 

you can’t face yourself  

running around in circles  

called mental illness  

while society is the  

great ill to be withdrawn from

 

31. The Self-Unseeing

By: Thomas Hardy

 

Here is the ancient floor,

Footworn and hollowed and thin,

Here was the former door

Where the dead feet walked in.

 

She sat here in her chair,

Smiling into the fire.

He who played stood there,

Bowing it higher and higher.

 

Childlike, I danced in a dream.

Blessings emblazoned that day.

Everything glowed with a gleam.

Yet we were looking away.

 

32. Invictus

By: William Ernest Henley

 

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

 

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

 

33. My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On

By: Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

My own heart let me more have pity on. 

Let me live to my sad self hereafter kind,

Charitable; not live this tormented mind

With this tormented mind tormenting yet.

I cast for comfort I can no more get

By groping round my comfortless, than blind

Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find

Thirst’s all-in-all in all a world of wet.

 

Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise

You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile

Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size

At God knows when to God knows what, whose smile

’s not wrung, see you. unforeseen times rather as skies

Betweenpie mountains lights a lovely mile.

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