Everyone.
They all seem so happy,
while I cry without reason.
Who am I?
A mask without a face?
A dog trained to forget it's old self?
A person walking alone,
not even knowing who they are.
Who am I?
I act different.
I am nice to you.
I am mean to him.
I am energetic to her.
I am too calm to them.
I am never the same.
Who am I?
To call myself human?
To say I am inhuman?
All of it would be lies.
Yet, I am none of it.
I am a wanderer,
on a trail.
I am an emotional wreck.
And I know one day I won't be,
but I will be again.
Over and over.
Who am I?
I don't know.
It was hard for me to figure out myself,
crying and saying, "but, I can't help it"
that just won't help you.
Nothing will change.
Either live in misery or figure it out.
Who am I?
I don't know yet,
but one day I will.
My satisfaction will over-whelm me.
Even if I don't find out today,
or tommarow,
and on and on.
I don't know who I am,
but I am someone.
And one day I will know,
who I am.