The Pretender

I want to know who I am, I always wonder,

but who do I ask, who even knows me?

When to myself a mystery I am.

A Shadow, A noise from inside,

Willing me to be, to do, to create,

The creation of every step I take.

Every choice I make in a life,

Which confuses me, Doesn't allow me,

To know who I really am.

The pretender!

Or is it really me? My thoughts like to puzzle me,

Make it hard to see, hard to know which is true.

The person I am, am I to you?

No silence, No rest,

A buzzing in my head, and heaviness in my chest,

So Strange, cold and numb.

But pain it often comes,

To break me, wear me down and strangle,

All of the life of the person I try to be.

To force out the real me.

The one I hide from, I escape from,

I fear and run from.

Which pretender is really true?

Is it who I am to me, or who I am to you?