Who Am I?

I know my name

i know my face

But who exactly am i?

Im trapped in this foreign body still searching for the real me.

 

To explain this feeling?

Its like traveling in a dark tunnel that has no end

You never see the light , its just a constant ongoing battle of darkness

This darkness will forever leave you wondering and haunting you.

 

My friends, My parents, everyone who ive met 

swear to me that they know me  more than i know myself

However, how is that possible?

If i dont even know me then how could i portray to you who i really am?

 

Lies, Lies ,Lies

This whole cold world that we live in are made up of lies.

You never know whos with and whos not

never know who would keep their promise of "being there till the end"

Thats another part of finding myself

Your always left wondering, Can i really Trust this person of helping me find ....me?

 

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