.

Who am I? 

I find myself asking this question so many times a day,

As I walk myself home,

As I take a look in the mirror,

As I try to figure out what I like and love and want.

Who am I? 

Sometimes I think I'm just someone who wants love so bad, 

She would do anything to make it look pretty 

Even when it's a maddening hell of a relationship 

Even when it's impossible 

Even when it's made up.

Who am I? 

Sometimes I think I'm just someone lost in the way,

Not knowing where she ends or where she begins,

Knowing nothing about where she came from 

Even when she tries so hard to understand

Even when she walks all the ways her heart lead.

I'm so confused of who I am, of who I want to be. 

I'm so confused of what I love, what I like, what I wanna do

For now, I wanna run...