Who am I?

Who am I ? This is the question that stays on my mind. What am I supposed to do with my life? What am I going to become? Will I find true love, or will I just be lonely? I don’t wanna be a phony. I want to be genuine. Who will I become? Am I a diamond in the rough or am I the rough? Am I enough? I want to be like Pocahontas but I feel like tangled. Can I get untangled? When I look in the mirror I see confusion, but when I look at the world I see a revolution. Am I apart of the revolution or the conclusion? Am I important? It’s like these knots inside my head are all tied. I’m sitting here trying to write this getting tongue tied. Sitting in my room wondering why? Why did I have to be like everyone else? Why couldn’t I have been different? Somethings missing, I wanted to be pimping like everyone else. I knew I could’ve went to hell I didn’t care.

Who am I?