A Poem Called: Faces
Changing Faces Like The Weather
Finding Your Identity, Pay Attention to Who You Are Becoming
I am always trying to be someone I’m not
Then all my personalities tend to combine
React
Amalgamate to become apart of me
Diluting who I really am or who I ought to be
My faces
change just like the weather
There is no me
Struggling to be myself
I escape to a faraway land
Now I want to go back
I’m so confused
Who do I want to be?
Fragments of myself still remain
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me now
Who am I
Am I myself at all.
