\"Just be yourself\"
They say. Like it\'s that easy.
Maybe we can start with figuring out who\'s me?
My name is a expectation thrust upon me,
\"The right way\" it means. I\'m far from it.
My personality is a mirror of who you are.
I just mimic you, there is no me.
My passions are just what the world expects
They are just what I hope will please somone, someday
My fears are just what happened along the way
They are just some things I am no used to.
\"Just be yourself.\"
They say.
And who am I?
I am just expectations and someone\'s pride.
I am my parents daughter and my siblings sister.
I am my friends pet and my God\'s creation.
Who Am \"I\"?
Who is \"me\"?
My own hands don\'t feel real
My soul feels sunken inside my body
My dreams feel like they weren\'t ever mine
\"Just be yourself\"
Which one?
The funny, happy, innocent one?
The scared, shy, anxious one?
The angry, shameless, raging one?
Which skin do you prefer for me to crawl into?
Which mask should I hide in this time?
Which color do I paint my face?
Which one suits me, would you say?
Which one?
Which one?
Which one for today?
Which do you think will match with the weather?
Which one will suit the event?
Tell me, which costume should I wear?
For I am raw without one