Who Am I

August 30, 2014

Over the years I've lived through a lot of things;

Over the years I've been a lot of people,

So many that I lost myself.

Sometimes I look,

But I'm nowhere to be found

As the years go by I forget who I was;

The different faces that I take on,

Each one taking a little part of me away,

Until one day I don't know who I am.

So each day I say I'm going back

To the person I once was,

But deep down I don't know

The person I was

I remember bits and pieces

But I can't go back

So I keep living a lie

To satisfy everyone else

My thoughts are real

But my smiles are not

I want to be loved,

But do I know how to love

Without knowing who I am?

How can I love?

So until I cleanse my heart of all the untruths

And false faces,

I may never enjoy the true meaning,

Of love.

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