Friday, May 30, 2008

You

Who are you?
Do you even know?
Try to tell me if you like
Only so much you can show

Do your parents know
that real yourself inside?
How about your siblings?
Is there something that you hide?

Tell me what you think
Show us what you do
Prove what you believe in
Is that what makes up you?

You can hide behind your lables
Pretend for all you like
Show your mask to all the world
Let nobody inside

Protect yourself from all of them
If that is what you wish
But I will say: Release yourself
Scratch your name from their lists

And if you want
I'll help you find
That real yourself inside
A person
You will never
never
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1 comment:

Larka said...

I love this post. I've thought the same questions many times before. What makes us US? Is it what we do, what we think, or say, or believe? I finally decided, after a long hot shower of contemplating such questions, that we cannot ever really define ourselves. The closest definition I came up with is that we are undefinable. I can't remember where I read this quote (maybe in one of the Gemma Doyle books)but I love it:

"I am me, you are you, let's go."