My Identity

Nattering about the identity Makes me feel guilty About all those years I spent Making everyone happy Lost somewhere, still searching for myself I am somewhere lost in this 9 to 5 job And had no chance left Than to just sob Want to become a Poet, a Singer Trying hard to do what I am Capable Just somewhere knowing the truth and making myself Extraditable Its completely unfair with my eyes As I couldn't make them to stop cry Just because I can't justify Doesn't proof my existence As a consequence of someone who can't just recognise my identity All of their blanish compliment Can't just vanish my identity Instead they lead me to the Town of accomplishments This is how I found myself in the mirror Unhiding the identity and revealing the secrets That I used to keep it Becoming a conspirer