Who we are and must be

I do not know who I am I do not know who I must be Is not odd that I am told by others I should know already When we all know No one truly knows who they are Oh to know who we are We all act as if we have a slight thought that we do We walk around so blindly and so foolish Some are lucky and some are so rare to truly know who they are and must be We are then filled with envy and confusion Wondering why we can't be like those who know Wondering if something is wrong with us Knowing who you are and must be is such a prize Such a gift Feeling as if our blindfold has finally been lifted Feeling as if the clouds let the sun's rays shine through to clear your gaze Oh to know who we are Would it be easier for us Or would we not like who we must be Do we enjoy pretending and putting on a different costume everyday? Do we secretly enjoy not living up to who we really are and must be? Maybe some do Maybe some don't Which one are you?