Looking right and left,
I see people who know who they are,
One look at them, and they show me their lives,
But as they look at me,
They see, I have no identity.
Who am I?
Honestly, if I knew I would tell you,
But I don't.
I wake up, and I feel lost,
Like I don't belong. And it's true.
I'm different and everyone knows,
But why is it, that it matters so much?
Why do I have to be like everyone around me?
I mean, If everyone were just the same,
What good would that be?
If no one was different, that would be like,
Telling someone you love them,
But don't mean it.
I found something greater, than what I thought I lost,
I found me.
We might lose things in life, But we gain more than we need, in the end.
Life is something were lucky to have,
Because we realize how lucky we are to be someone.
