Who am I, this question I am often asked
I too sometimes wonder who am I really
after I take off the various hats

Although I have lived to play a lot of roles
but who am I really after the paint that covers me is far gone

the paint of deceit with every disguise grows bolder and stronger
that the person I thought I once was, is known of me no longer

I am a stranger lost within myself
the just reward of always living up
to others expectations
pretending to be someone else

I have reinvented me so many times

that there is no more of me left for one to find

trap in the mist the many masks that I chose to wear
lost in the lies, past the point of no return
that I no longer know who I am.

who am I? If there is an answer I would like to be the first to know
will the real me step forward please
out the crowd of demented faces
and relieve this burden that weighs upon me so heavily
that I may finally be formally introduced….. to me.