Who Am I

"WHO AM I"





I’ve hidden who I am so well and so long



That I’ve lost me and don’t know where I belong



Everyone tells me I’m this or that



What if they’re wrong and it’s all just part of the act?



I’ve gotten so good at playing the part



When I open my mouth is it an act or from the heart?



How can I expect anyone to love the real me



After all the charades even I don’t know the real me to believe



I fear that there is no real me



Nothings underneath for anyone to see



“Who am I,” is something I’ve always asked.



Being myself has been an impossible task.



Living my life as someone else didn’t work either



But if I were myself I would drive people away even further



This is the logic I used throughout my life



Not realizing it was causing all the strife