Who are We

How do you expect me to get up and go

everyday we are pushed and pulled, someone planning for us

go to school, go to work go to bed and repeat it the next day

this isn't life, it is survival and I am not the fittest

I am not a size 0 with bleach blonde hair 

I do not starve myself in attempt to fill the void real life has yeat to discover

I sit here and cry, waiting for the chance to be me

Today I am not me, I am you

How do they expect you to get up and go when you do not know who YOU are?