To wake up in the morning to another winded evening of fast learning walkers, I notice that I can view the lies. If one over many can hear my cries for seeing them is unknown. For the ones who majored in steering ones like myself are always on the road to telling the young to be themselves. As I carry on throughout the day, I am here to say that the sounds coming out the throats are non truths. As I put the bag with many books on the bed and take few minuted to rest my head, I ponder and decipher what they couldn't say out loud. To be yourself ..but by the way I want you to. Who am I to tell you who I think you should be? Who am I to tell you the type of person people should see? What am I but a failure of my own dissapointment and for a future that I can rarely see? Who am I to tell you to look up to me!? But as always, I raise my head to walk another bleak evening among many who don't understand the things that create me. That make me. Me? Who am I ? Well, we would just have to wait and see.