Who am I?
am I who they all say I am
or am I just a figment of who they want me to be?
am I really that wonderful or is that just a cover of my madness?
do wonderful people think the thoughts I do or do they think of wonderful things?
Have I become so caught up in what they want me to be that I lost who I was?
I must be who I am in a world full of what they want
who I am is someone free from the chains of mediocrity
who I am is me