Who am I?
No one, but yourself knows.
Sometimes we loose the thought of who we are.
That doesn't mean we are lost completly
Sometimes it just gets cloudy
Like if no one understands or sees you as you
Well this makes you fell ashamed, fake.
Gives you a felling of utter hopelessness
That sinks, and burns.
The only way to know who you really are is by being yourself
Sometimes you might get put down, but not always.
Look in the bright side there are so many people someone is bound to be for you