Here I am again
Sometimes,
I wonder.
If I really am,
Anybody.
It's so easy to
be wasted.
So many voices.
So many places.
So much, so little.
It's so easy.
It's so hard.
To know what I mean
when everyone
else is saying what
they mean.
I never really
wanted to be
anybody special.
I am what I am.
That I am.