Who am I?
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
I don't know.
Much has happened since I met this Person.
Good, bad, and everything in between.
Now, I don't know who this is.
All the hiding, all the pretending.
All for naught as I have lost my true self.
Who am I?

I would like to start off by saying
That I really do ****
I **** not at life
Well, I mean that too
What I mean when I say I ****
Well, its truly a story
One fraught with peril and danger...
Not really.
I mean I ****
Nothing else to say about it..
Except I haven't told my mom
Now you might be wondering what I mean
When I say that redundant word
I say I ****, well because I do.
In what way you can interpret as you wish  
At least that is until I tell you what I mean
Ok you say, you want to know
I mean, come on now
You can sit there an jeer
But I'd like to say that I'm quite queer