I am

Sometimes I wonder what I am
Sometimes I ponder what’s my purpose
Am I one to bring peace into this world?
Am I one to bring violence into this world?

Perhaps I am just a nobody, never important always invisible
Perhaps I am important, rich, famous and always seen
There are many things I wish to be but I do not know if that’s what they’re supposed to see
I shall be eloquent and elegant with other even if without reason

Why am I so sure, I rather be this than everything I was supposed to be?
Why am I so sure, I rather do this than everything I was supposed to do?
Can I really do this? If I am not what they want it will seem like treason
As if I am breaking who I am and splitting my purpose

I mustn’t let them know
I mustn’t let them see
As if they all find what I really am
There will finally be a grave that can hold my body down