When someone asks "who are you?" What do you say?
Do you answer who you were yesterday?
Who am I truly?

We live in a world where we are told to have pride.
Yet all these people are defined by their sweet ride.
You are not your past
Those things you did, well those memories won't last

Wait, so who are we?
What the hell do those people see?
Do they see me as a girl or as a man?
The truth is no one really has a plan.
We go with the flow,
Our minds never really slow.

Me, I am lost
All the madness, if only they saw the cost.
Who are we?
Nearly what we hope to be...
Or wait, we are only what people say,
Who we are changes day to day.

They define us by; our sexuality, our style, our weight
Our grades, our jobs, our friends, our past but wait,
Who you are truly is who you are on late nights
Who you are when nothing seems to go right.

When you're alone in your room,
when you have a tough day,
You put on a brave face to convince everyone you're okay
For that is who you are truly.