"Who am I? Who am I?
Every moment I ask myself:
Who am I?

My identity is lost
in moments of doubt.
Do I want to be me...
or do I prefer to belong?

In those moments
when I try to express
what I feel
and the words
can't be found,
I put on masks—
they project what's acceptable about me,
but they don't show
my vulnerabilities.

My mind and my heart
come into conflict.
Because in truth
I am a country bumpkin,
but the world requires
me to be "that girl
that overcame her circumstances."

At what point did I become so concerned
with what I thought
I should be,
that I gave up my identity
because I didn't want to be?"