Identity Crisis
I’m in the throes of an identity crisis
Because it’s hard to know who you are
When your genetic cocktail is made
Up of several different spices.
It’s hard to know what you want
When life and your reaction
Are in complete contradiction.
It’s hard to get what you need
When the world would rather
Fight you than love you.
It’s hard to get what you want
When you’re reaching up for the skies
And coming back empty-handed.
It’s hard to understand what’s going on
When all your hear is
Lies and corruptions, scandals and affairs.
I’m in the throes of an identity crisis
Someone help me please!
I’m speeding with the light
But I’m not moving at all.
Please tell me what I should be
Rather than ask who I want to be.
I’m a chameleon, I can choose
Who I become.
But please choose for me,
Because I don’t know who I am
And I don’t know who I wanna be.