Sunday, 18 December 2011


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?

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