I'm tired of morphing
into the somebody,
somebody expects me to be.
So many versions of me
I've created over
these years.
Some wanted innocent,
and wholesome,
others wanted freak
and naughty.
Some wanted pure,
others wanted it all.
Independently
confident
funny easy-going
laid back...
receiving my assignments
from somebody
somebody expects me to be.
But now the parade is over
and the crowds are gone,
I'm left here wondering...
Who was I
all along?
