When people ask me, "Who are you?"
I say my name.
When people ask about myself,
I couldn't answer.

Who am I?
Am I really what I think I am?
Or am I,
Am I just doing what other people tell me.

I look up the sky,
I sighed.
The moon, was named moon but do they want it?
I was sculpted like this, but do I want it?

I pointed my finger to the stars,
They were beautiful.
I admired its beauty,
But I couldn't admire myself.

I look at the mirror,
Like I used to do.
An instant horror,
On realizing what I have turned to.

Are you that?
Are you really like that?
Are you who really are?
Are you being what you are?

I felt like something vacuumed me,
And woke up on the reality.
I pulled my hair,
To wake up such a nightmare.

Am I me?
Or I am doing what other decided for me to be?
Am I me?
Or I want others to like me.

I walked,
And felt my knees weaken.
Then I saw,
A river of tears that were dropin.

I locked out myself,
So no one would ask me.
Who are you?
When I can't really answer who really is "me"


© faithy