Who am I?

 

Often we find it hard to define ourselves,

plagued by the influence of society.

Am I really me?

Or am I just a part of the conspiracy?

A face blended into the crowd,

part of a nation, strong and proud.

The Man tells you that you're unique,

but forces you to be just one in a group, cold and bleak.

 

No that's not me!

I'm more, I'm free!

I am distinguished and colorful,

I am me and I am wonderful!

I am generous and kind,

a loving face no longer confined!

Once I realized my identity was unique and amazing,

nothing could extinguish my fire,

it was bright and it was blazing.

I make myself who I am,

now that is truly amazing.

No government or teacher can tell me who to be,

I'm loving and corky, I am me.

No longer am I just a face in a crowd,

I am me, and me is loud.

 

To find my identity,

I looked into myself.

Afterall, where else would the true you be?