Self Image

Stare at the floor, look up to the sky
Sometimes i wonder, am i not the right guy
The one that i’d wanted others to see
The one that i’d felt my whole life i should be 

I fear that my life, that i nurtured so dear
Has taken a turn, and become so unclear 
Molding my life, once again i will try
As i say now, if i could i would cry