Who Am I

Who am I?

The question may seem absurd to even ask,

But the truth is,

I don’t know,

Am I supposed to be the person who knows all the answers,

Who you can look up to without a second glance,

The girl you will be willing to take a chance,

 Or am I supposed to be someone else,

The girl who sits quietly in the corner, 

overseeing everyone else as well,

Or the girl who is at the back of the line,

Who you don’t need to think twice,

To cut upfront,

Because you know ahead of time,

She won’t do anything but stand still,

Her head in her own mind,

Or am I supposed to be a different person,

The one who is picture-perfect,

Who does what her father or mother asks,

Without a thought,

Who acts all robotic,

Because she is being controlled by someone else

Like a puppet on a string,

Who knows she will please,

When in reality,

She is shaking from her knees,

Who am I?

My relationship with myself is unclear,

I can’t even find my self-identity,

And there is no understudy,

No one to take my role in case I fall apart,

Because the truth is,

There is only one me,

Who is me you might think,

I am still trying to figure that out,

And the worst part is,

Time is running out,

People expect me to know who I am,

That I have my future all planned out,

That I know what to become without a doubt,

But they don’t realize,

That I have no clue,

Is there a test that tells you what to be?

What you are made for,

And what you need to be,

Maybe a raffle draw like in the lottery,

And the luckiest of all will find out who they are supposed to be,

But what about the rest of us,

Are we supposed to be digging in the dirt,

Until we find a jackpot,

Or are we supposed to follow our hearts,

And know that when the time is right,

We’ll know who we are,

But at the moment,

All I can do is hope,

That in the future,

I won’t be under a microscope,

Of people watching and judging,

No,

I’ll know who I am,

Before I even give them the chance,

Because in the end,

I am who I am