Poetry

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Lost is what I am
and what I continue to be
Straying from facade to facade
wondering which one is me
Who is the one
that I am suppose to become
am I suppose to be intellectual
or just plain dumb
My eyes are blinded
with what society stresses
forcing me to try on
a multitude of dresses
Each one has its goods and bads
swaying me from happy to sad
but again I keep falling victim
to the ongoing fad
What am I
if I can't be independent
when will I stretch the limits
and become transcendent
At which point
will the candle be lit
and I can finally bridge this gap
in my identity split
But what if I am
following the wrong craze
and I am really lost
in a self-created maze
What if this ideal person
that I stive to turn into
Is in fact the person
who I already knew
Perhaps, who I am
is what I am searching for
and this may be the time
when I start rowing both oars
Maybe if I keep my desired motive
in step with my personality
then my mind and soul
might reach ulitmate rationality
So maybe being myself
is the wisest choice
because who could guide me better
than my own voice

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