Who?

I am who I am

But I no longer know who I am

Because who I’ve been is who I’ve wanted to be

So that others can see?
And that I may be free?

But that does not make me who I am

Or who I could be

But would I be who I need to be

To be the me the world ceases to see?

But who I am is whom I’ve tried not to be.

To be all whom I can be

And still things have worked in revers

For who I am is who I should be

Whom I could be but possibly

Not whom I want to be

Nor whom I stay saying, ‘I’m me.’

Will I ever be free?