Am I Me?
By: Jasmine Pulchritude

I'm looking but not really seeing
Because reality is unreal
I'm thinking but not really believing
Because sanity is a complicated ordeal
There's no such thing as a happy ending in my world
There's no such thing as simple understanding or happiness behold
Not when you live a life of secrets behold
Not when you live a life of secrets untold
Where truths never unfold
Which begs the question...
Am I Me?
Am I who I'm supposed to be?
I listen to my own music, wear my own clothes
I talk my own talk, walk my own walk
But Am I Me?
Are my opinions my own, or do I follow the crowd
Am I enjoyable and ambitious, or am I just loud
Do people talk to me because of who I am or who I'm with
Did I ever have close friends or was that a myth
I live in a world where lies prevail
A world where happiness will never unveil
Which begs the question...
Am I Me?
Am I who I'm supposed to be?
I believe in fate, sad and true
But I'm not sure I believe I'm doing what I was meant to do
I look in the mirror everyday hoping to see something different
And everyday my hopes are dashed
As all remains permanent
Frustration remains in the eyes reflected back at me
Confusion lingering here and there
Everyday a bit of innocence leaves those eyes until there's no more left to spare
I stare unbelievingly at the mirror, seeing beyond myself
Do we truly live in a better world
Where the lower in status quo remain oppressed
And those of higher being turn a blind eye
As, in their fine suites, they get dressed
Fighting for your rights is banned
So, I guess I should be thrown in jail
But ridicule is more often my verdict
To all of higher status we hail
Such hypocrisy, such darkness
Begs the question...
Am I me?
Am I who I'm supposed to be?

Yes.