identity

Who am I. A question asked on a daily basis. As I keep asking myself. I keep searching who am supposed to be. What am destination to become. But see you can not be. If your past is clogged and unclear. When all seems in line but also not really what you see. Who am I. It's a question most of us are unable to answer. If I were given a paper and pencil to dot who I am, I'd fail miserablely. In real life am yet to find out who i am. I might' know very little but what's the use if the essay needs to be a full page. .....who am I. Lies Lies and more deception. Confusion. Even I get confused reading a book about myself. It's filled with twists and turns that makes no sense. Its filled with strangers I fail to recognize but have to accept at the end of the day. Two decades of lies and manipulation. It's two decades of a child who's roots lies in the dark It's two decade of hell raised by two people who failed to put their differences aside. Two families who failed to raise a child. ....all this knowledge about me. Who knows maybe I'm an illusion waiting to disappear. Maybe am still in kindergarten and all this is a dream. A nightmare at most. In another life I wish to know who I am