Who Am I?
Who am I suppose to be,
I don't feel like me,
help me figure it out,
because I'm starting to doubt,
who I am.
My mind is in a jam,
I'm starting to feel the hate,
it's a little late,
to say that.
I'm not a door mat,
my eyes are dark,
because of the dark.
Who started it all,
i'm going to fall,
apart.
Copyright © Emily Schmittling | Year Posted 2005
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