Lost of Self

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