Am I an adult?
Or am I wise beyond my years?
Perhaps I just know too much.

Am I a friend?
Or a clever enemy in disguise?
Maybe I shouldn't be trusted.

Am I musician?
Or just someone who can learn?
I wonder if that's the truth.

Am I a child?
Or just stuck being judged by my age?
I could just look young.

Am I an artist?
Or do I just get bored easily?
Maybe I just copy things.

Am I pretty?
Or am I just good with makeup?
I hope I'm not just pretty.

Who am I?
I don't know.
Does anyone know?

I know who I pretend to be.
How happy and helpful
I always appear.

But is it really me?
Or is it just an illusion?
It's a good illusion.

Who I am is changing.
I am changing.
But that's okay.

Everyone changes.
Everyone pretends.
I could be anyone.