Who Am I Really?
Sometimes when you don't even know who you are- its hard for everyone else to know.
To the fact that I could be somebody.
I'm sick.
Of not knowing where my true colors stand.
I'm tired.
Of living afraid I'll let someone down.
They tell me I'm a punk, a nerd, a goth, a geek.
But all I see in the mirror is a thirteen year old freak.
I don't like what I see.
It’s hard for me to know.
Inside- what I really think- to let those feelings show.
Who am I?
It’s hard to remember that what they think doesn't matter
To ignore the way they act 'round me, not let my broken heart shatter.
Someday I'll find though- hopefully not too late,
that if I'll just let myself I can be somebody great.
I can be me.
And no one else can do that.
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