it's about identity and how everyone is trying to answer the question who am i.
my mother said i could be anything i wanted to be
as long as i don't waste dreams or live life to cautiously
but the thing is i never knew what i wanted
i thought maybe i wanted to be an actor
i mean im good at playing parts
hiding behind mask after mask
a character with all faces
i am a master with no shame
i have been the outcast, invisible, ugly, that nerd
leaving me with the question
who am i?
it's something i've been considering
tittles describe the content
and i'm a book without a cover
feeling like a faceless wanderer
staring at myself in the mirror not recognizing the stranger staring back
but who am i?
the media tells us who we could be, who we should be, where we would be
trying to fit us into molds of skinny bodies and perfect complections
with empty promises that we soak up like sponges
still who am i?
i am a clown without make-up
i am an actor without props
nothing to hide behind
but i want to know who am i??
am i a face that lives without a name?
a unheard voice that becomes background noise destined to be lost by the voices of others?
so is anyone listening?
does anyone care?
is anybody even their?
it makes sense for somebody to listen if they want someone to listen to them
so why does this feel so one-sided?
im just looking for answers to my questions
i am just trying to understand
hoping society will quiet down