*Confused Identity*

Some days it’s like you’re completely different from everyone else,

Someone that could possibly understand me.

And yet other days,

You’re just another cruel face in this jungle of madness that we’ve created.

It’s like you can’t make up your mind about who you want to be,

But still you follow while others lead.

Why do you let them control you,

Why don’t you make them go away,

So that you can be your own person,

And not hide behind what they say?

I can never tell who you’re going to be each day,

As you hide behind the walls of your confused identity.