Who am I
What am I
Who am I suppose to be
Where am I suppose to go
These are questions I have always prolonged to be told
Happiness has always seemed so far away
A smile has seemed so hard to hold
My heart has always felt and seemed yet so cold
Perfection is what I lack
Maybe it's cause I see the world in only white and black
I don't speak much
I barely cry
But when I see the red lights with the sirens I coward and hide
But why
Why when I'm innocent
Why when trouble isn't found in my name
Maybe it's fear that only the news has created fore that I may see another black boy on TV
However...I'm not perfect
I'm not amazing
I'm not worth the smile
But I have the will power to fight the darkness
But I have the strength to run the mile
I have many things that make me different
I have a small bucket that holds my similarities to the world
But yet when I'm judged for being myself I have to place this mask, this hideous mask I never spent a nickel for and now I have stitched it upon my face and once night falls I remove the stitches that holds it all together.
My body is a temple is what I was told but can be broken way before I get old.
I ask once more
Who am I
What am I
Who am I suppose to be
Where am I suppose to go
I ask these questions due to the answers I have may never be told.
Who am I
I don't know who I am
What am I
A human I was told but judgement keeps that far from truth
Who am I suppose to be
Myself but that destroys my character that's still being built
Where am I suppose to go
Nowhere cause there's no such thing as home