I do not know who I am
I do not know who I must be
Is it not odd that I am told by others I should know already?
When we all know
No one truly knows who they are
Oh to know who we are
We all act as if we have a slight idea that we do
We walk around so blindly and so foolish
Some are lucky and some are so rare to truly know who they are and must be
We are then filled with envy and confusion...