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...