Awaited Purpose

I soon ask myself why exactly am I here for? GOD knows so i guess I'm here to learn more. Being who i am isn't hard at all but being someone else makes you quick to fall. What defines Zamone, a kid who is trying to find his rhythm in a song. Why can't i ever find out this problem? And i thought school was my ONLY problem. I'm not a speaker or a preacher but I'm quick to speak like i know it. I'm just shy so i can't really show it. I'm just as you are, a breathing soul with a confused heart. My stage of life is discovery but yet i feel like i'm in recovery. My mind rambles on about the same topics, I look to help but i can't stop it. Am i different or am i the same, just a different face with a different name but a different color with the same mother with one brother with one another.