They say that I'm too wrong to be here
But too good to be anywhere else
They say I'm too weak to deal with it all
But too strong when it comes to telling them all
They say I'm too mature for my age
But too young when it comes to be in a world full of adults
What am I at the end of the day?
Who am I meant to be?
They say that I am whoever I want to be,
But they always bring me down when I find out who I really am.
What's all of that for?
I kept searching, I kept believing,
But they all told me to stop.
So, here I am, crawling and hoping.
Will I ever find myself one day?
Only I can tell.
But they're dragging me down, to the deepest and darkest mazes of my mind.
Thus, here I am, lost in an eternal river of "Who am I meant to be?"
And will I ever know? I wonder.
"Be whoever you want to be." They say.
Until you become someone they actually hate.
"Who am I?"
"Whoever you want to be, as long as you're not someone we dislike."
Oh and I died that day.
Because, what's all of that for?
What's all of that search for if it's to be someone that everyone hate?
What if I become someone that I hate but they all love?
Is it what I am meant to be?
My worst enemy, but their best ally?
Oh and I'm scared to lose myself in that journey of finding who I am meant to be.
What if I'm no one at the end of it all?
Would I need to be that tough?
Would I need to care so much?
And if I was no one, would I need to be that scared?
Scared of disappointing everybody else and I.
Scared of losing myself into other people's words...
But what if I actually am nobody?
Would I have to suffer with my loneliness?
And I'm scared to death.
