Who Am I?

Someone once told me to stop wanting and be content.
I asked how I’m supposed to do that.
They said that the past is left behind and forgotten.
And that the future is far away and unknown.

I feel like I belong somewhere else.
This isn’t where I’m supposed to be.
I feel like I’m the only one alone here.
This isn’t a place I should be calling home.

Where am I going, stuck here.
I’m not going anywhere, stuck here.
I feel like I’m being crushed.
I’ve got to follow a book of fucking rules.

I feel like none of you know me here.
You call yourself a friend, I don’t fucking know you.
I feel like I was put here by mistake.
These clothes, this face, this heart, this voice.

Who the fuck am I?

I want to be somewhere else.
Away from here.
I want to be someone else.
I hate who I am.

The present takes its toll on me.
And I’m still left wondering who I’ll be.
For now I’m left thinking too much about things I’ll never know.
Am I ever going to know?

Someone once told me to stop wanting and be content.
I asked how I’m supposed to do that.
They said that the past is left behind and forgotten.
And that the future is far away and unknown.

The past is left behind; I miss it.
The future is far away, I don’t know yet.
The present is always moving in time.
It gets quicker everyday I wake up.

I’m thinking too much about things I’ll never know.
Am I ever going to know?
Am I ever going to know who I was, am and will be?
I don’t know.
For now, I think I’m just, just me.