Who am I?
I use to know.
This man I see
standing in the mirror
is not the man I knew.

He's speaking,
But not listening.
His voice is strong and angry.
I want to go
But only stare.
Caught be the pity
of his degrading disposition.

Who am I?
What's my name?
It's something
I should know
My mother gave me
My father hates me
I changed my life
For who?

Who am I?
Are those my friends?
They treat me like
I don't know.
Too ignorant to see
or to smart to admit
I walk the line of ruin.

So what is life?
And what I've become?
No longer the child
I once knew.
A stranger it seems
to my own eyes.
Trying hard
To regain the truth.
 
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