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Who I Am
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Personal (Hope) I can't be myself
because I don't know who I am.
My soul is foul;
my heart is dark.
Is there a meaning to my pain?
Why does it only rain
when I'm all alone?
I'm broken by my vices,
the darkness that I've
stepped into.
My purity has been tarnished;
my hope vanished.
My mind is a mess,
my thoughts in chaos.
I have never known peace;
there's a war within.
I can't be myself
because I don't know who I am.
Maybe who I am
isn't defined by what's inside.
Maybe I'm looking
in the wrong place.
Maybe I can put a smile..
Maybe I can put a smile on your face by telling you about the man waiting on line at the airport to buy a ticket who decides he's too important to wait and barges to the front of the line, demanding to be helped immediately.
'I demand you help me. I must get on the next plane. I want my ticket NOW!'
'Sir, there are people ahead of you. You need to wait like everyone else'
'NO! I can't wait! Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?'
The ticket agent gets on the P.A. system and says
'There's a gentleman here at the ticket counter who doesn't know who he is. Is there anyone who can help him?'