Let me, be me.

I heard the voices in my head,
"You are a loser," they said.
No one around me is aware
That there is more than what I am.

All the glitches in society
Making me fall into a category.
"Stop this! Leave me alone!"
Yet, I don't want to be unknown.

Deep inside, I'm afraid.
Who are they?
The ones that decide,
Where I stay. What I wear.

Wear my shoes someday,
Then you will be more aware!
What you make me feel like,
What I am made.

Hardships are under statements.
All you did was erase,
Me and my identity;
Who I really wanted to be.

I have protected myself
In this beautiful shell,
Let me fly, let me sway.
Let me, be me. Today.

Who Am I? [Final Volume]

Not Perfect.

Took the wrong path,

Once or twice.

Had no faith in myself,

Until tonight.

Can't stand the pressure,

Can't hold back these tears.

Been stepped on,

Too many times before.

The shrill of the society,

The judge mental eyes that surround me.

What did I do wrong?

What you say is right, 

might be wrong for me.

What you want me to say, 

when I don't believe in me.

I have no identity, 

tired of who you want me to be.

My days,

Are different from yours.

Lets accept and lock these doors.

Afraid to be who I am,

Aiming to be who I am not. 

Hold me before I drown,

In this disgusting lust.

Sorry I can't be someone else.

I am not perfect, let me go.

"Who Am I?" 

You must know!

Who Am I? [Vol. 3]

A young girl of only 18,
Gorgeous eyes which lit with fire.
A dominating nature,
And the grace of a ballerina.
She stood there, still.
She does not believe in herself,
Insecurities wrapping her in his arms.
She cannot escape,
To see her reflection.
She had the world's best smile,
A caring nature and a sharp mouth,
All she needed was a push.
She needed someone to tell her she was perfect,
Someone to hold her hand in the darkest nights;
Someone to love her inside out.
All she needed was appreciation,
Someone had to answer to her doubt;
"Who Am I?"

The World Is A Theatrical Circus

The world is a stage, men merely players.
They ought to seek happiness,
But get caught up.
Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;
Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The light shines,
The Show begins.
Every new chapter,
With a different ending.

Every move counted,
To fulfill selfless needs.
Every move donated,
To the charity of deeds.

Principles,
last not than just a day.
Rules,
change as men mend their ways.
Rights,
are snatched when they change.
Virtues,
no longer stand.

The darkness arises,

Within ourselves.

Every new chapter, 

With a different ending.

Every move counted,

To fulfill selfish needs.

Every move donated,

To the death and plead.

The world is a stage, men merely players.

They ought to seek happiness,

But get caught up.

Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;

Turn us into beings we do not want to be.