Myself?

It's seems like it's been so long since I've tasted the sweet flavor of solitude
Since I've savored the time when it was just me and God
It's been far too long since I've felt like myself
Myself?
Who am I?
Who am I really?

Because sometimes I feel like screaming
Doesn't anyone get it?
This frustration, this desperation
As it's spinning out of control
My mother sighs
Father rolls his eyes
As I mumble a pathetic reply
They don't seem to realize
How exhausting it an be
To try to speak in audible tones
When I'm buried somewhere
Deep down inside my heart
My greatest efforts produce but a whisper
Irrelevant incidents break the dam
And alone in my room the tears pour out
I feel like I don't know myself
Myself?
Who am I?
Who am I really?

Because sometimes it feels like whoever I am is killing me
Am I really this destructive?
The only thing worse than my defense of holding it in is letting it out
Sharing feelings is my nightmare
Words stumble off my tongue and I never say what I mean
It makes me want to disappear into thin air
Nobody knows how I actually feel
How I don't know myself
Myself...
Who am I?
Who am I really?

Looking back at photographs
It feels like I was never really there
The scene strikes me as familar
But not quite like a memory
I'm staring at my reflection
Yet it feels like a stranger
Both inside me and on paper
I'm searching on this quest
For myself
Myself?
Who am I?
Who am I really?

The question of my identity
Arrived and now lingers
Taking over my body
Inside my head it echoes loudly
I cover my ears
But it's still asking

"Who are you?
Who are you really?"