Who am I? I asked myself.
I am a daughter
I am a sisters and a friend.
Soon I'll even be a mother.
But I've realized that none of these describes who I am.
Who am I?
I'm scared to find out.
I don't think I ever knew
And at this point I certainly don't want to find out.
I think I used to know who I wanted to be.
But those dreams faded long ago.
I look in the mirror and I see myself.
Is that me? That girl in the mirror?
That scared, insecure little girl there shaking with fear
The one pretending to be an adult
Acting as though she knows what she's doing
Hoping no one notices that she doesn't.
That can' t be me right?
She doesn't even like herself, but I love myself don't I?
Guess I really don't know who I am
At least not anymore.
