Who am I? who is me?

Who am I suppose to be?

Where am I suppose to go?

Will I ever really know?

Why is it that I can’t see anything right in front of me?..

Why can’t I seem to do anything anyone wants me to?

I can’t begin to say, all the pain of yesterday..

You can’t even see, all the pain inside of me.

But someday maybe you might,

I don’t leave without a fight..

I despise the things that go unseen,

you are so nice but they think you’re mean..

It’s as if a little mean counts a whole lot,

even when mostly good is what you’ve got.

Why can’t everyone see,

the good most people can be?..

Why can’t they see past the bad,

and see you’re just truly sad?..

Instead they judge and push you away,

where you stay in pain and have to pay..

when I look in the mirror I do not see,

the person I feel that I should be..

I see this wrecked up, sorry mess,

with hidden inside the greatest stress.

The greatest pain; the greatest fear,

don’t want anyone to get too near..

yet don’t want anyone to get to far;

Unsure of who you really are..

you are blind; yet you can see,

bring back memories of tragedy..

Look back and all you feel is pain,

memories replaying in your brain..

Who am I? who is me?

Who am I suppose to be?

Am I suppose to play a part,

am I suppose to follow or start?

Where am I suppose to go,

Will I ever really know?…