will the real,stand up, and who will I see, there  are so many, split up parts, to my life, its almost like, living, a false identity, to my sisters, I'm the older ,smiling brother, to my brother, the one he remembers,singing and laughing and singing,  often working 12 hour shifts, unlike any other, and to mom , if she were still alive, I'd be, the first born,loving son, working to help, his siblings, grow up,, to my co-workers, I talk, but not a lot, but do my job, with everything , I've got, to the neighbors, they  probably think  me friendly,yet reserved, I gave a quick hello, and a quicker goodbye, to the vote seekers, my is a favorite friend, but they  never can help , the pain inside, that never ends, to my girlfriend, across town, woman who opens, passion's door, in the heat of discovery, deep down , life is so much more,will the real me, stand up, everybody wants, and needs, something, from me, a personal thing to be gained, waiting around, to steal your goods, or even your own name,, nothing left . to give. not even, my personal dreams, everything is moving, so fast, nothing  remains ,  the same, will the real me, stand up, either run away, or take a brave bow, will the real me, stand up, I need to know who,you are, now