Who am I?
I ask myself this question almost on a daily basis.
People say no matter how hard we try to fight it,
we always end up like our parents.
But with a nonexistent father,
and a gambling addicted mother,
I have nobody in my life to learn from,
or to grow to emulate.

So I'm left an empty vessel,
with the choice of who I am.
After years of trying to fit in,
And trying to find the affection I never got at home,
I look into a mirror unable to recognize the man standing in front of me.
I've chameleoned my way through every situation,
And now I'm left asking,
Who Am I?