The world is a cruel and cold place , its people are worse but I dont blame them for who they are , we become what we must in order to survive.
Years ago if you had asked me who I am , my reply would have been simple but it would have been true,  I'm not who I once was , many version of me are known to the world but the bitter truth of my identity will always be kept safe within my heart locked away from the world.
The world is not ready for me I dont know if it will ever be I dont know if it will ever handle the truth,  the truth of a covered soul. They teach us one lie leads to another and they were right soon you come to a point where you can't go back to the truth.
Years ago I was a child but today , today im a man , the people ive encountered , the love ive lost , the time I've wasted and the pain I've given just as well as felt, have all grown me up. Dream have no longer got a meaning to most for reality is the most trust worthy object people have.
The truth of my identity will never be known , will never be told , will never be shown nor will I tell and thats who I am a man of 100 personalities.