Who is he?
The question I ask myself every day.
Am I the sweet, bubbly person, who
Makes people laugh and have fun?
But no, I am not.
I hate being the centre of attention,
But I do it any way to at least be noticed.
Am I the lonely guy,
Who hates life and wishes for death every day?
But no, I am not.
I like to live and experience new things
And maybe at one time I hated life
But then I decided that I will make it
What I want it to be.
So If I am not these things,
Who am I?
I don’t know the answer.
For so long I have pretended to be funny,
To be smart, to be perfect
And in all my pretending,
I have lost myself, if I was even myself to begin with.