Who am I?
It’s honestly a hard question
The culmination of who I want to be?
The way those I know see me?
The clothes I wear, the way I speak?
This question isn’t easy
I’ve always wanted to be someone more
Someone who strives for more
Someone who achieves more
Someone who deserves more
But that’s not who I am, is it
And I know that
They always said you can be who you want to be when you grow up
They still say you should dress for the job you want
But what they say isn’t real, what they say is just dreams and fantasies
Because I know the world doesn’t work like that, does it
So who am I then?
I’m a nobody, writing a message for a couple of random readers to see
I’m a name on a screen, nothing more and nothing less
Some people might think I’m somebody
But I’m really not…
I am nothing.