Who am I?
Walking down the aisle
I look completely fine
Though, it’s difficult to tell
Actually, I’m dying inside
I’m lost in my own trap
No idea, where am I heading
in this futile world of crap.
My identity is what I am looking for
searching for, pleading for
my strength, my passion,
my talent,
what I love, what I hate,
what do I care about,
where do I belong.
I took too long to align
everything I wanted,
my clarity on my natural abilities,
putting behind my capabilities .
Who am I?
What do I look like?
Who I actually am?
Wearing a mask of happiness
pretending to smile all the while
then, I say, no more
I am who I am
I am unique, I won’t pretend
I’ll be who I am
more firm, more strong
in this futile world of crap.