Who am I?
I am built through borrowed lives.
Forced to find my soul, interests, and self in friends.
Before meeting, I felt lost.
My mind always scattered.
I am not sure who I am.
I steal from others like the thief I am.
Truly, who am I?
I piece myself together, always relying on others; otherwise, I am scattered.
I have lived many different lives.
Molding myself to fit, as I had no other choice, amongst so-called friends,
Without (or even with) them, I would have surely been lost.
If I am unsure what I am looking for, can I really be lost?
I do not care about who I am.
Solitude would have killed me, so of course I had to stick to these friends.
Seriously, who am I?
Within my head, I am there between my many lives.
The sense of self there but scattered.
Is my sense of self really there, if I am so scattered?
I will control my mind, I will not be lost!
Yes, yes, oh, I am there despite my many lives.
Around these people, you’ll see, I know who I am!
(Who am I?)
I am adored, chill, smart, and just like you, my friends!
Friends, friends, friends! I am someone because I am my friends!
I know myself even though I sound quite scattered.
(Please remind me, who am I?)
God, I just feel so lost!
But, inside, I can tell what I am.
I just need to sort through these damn lives!
I am so exhausted of living these silly, forced lives.
“Get away from!” I shriek at friends.
You are not who I am.
With you, I feel even more scattered/
I have a map; I promise I am not lost!
(Jesus Christ, who the hell am I?)
These lives fill my brain though they are often scattered.
Thank God for my friends who unknowingly guide me so I am never lost.
Here I am, smiling and pressing on because I am whoever I am. (Who am I?)
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