You ask me every week
Who I am,
And every week
The answer is the same -
I don't know.
Am I of my own making?
Or a product of someone's desires?
I do, not as I wish,
But as I am told.
I am not who I want to be.
I am that wh@re
Who sleeps with every guy
Just because it makes me feel pretty.
I am that loser
Who stays home on a Friday night
Because I have no friends.
I am that punching bag
Who accepts any kind of abuse,
Because, at least I'm getting attention.
I think I finally have an answer for you.
It may not be WHO I am,
But instead, WHAT I am.
Yes, I have my answer:
I am nothing -
Now watch as I
Silently fade away.
