I've spent countless years of my life trying to figure out who I am,
Yet the more in depth I go it's even harder to understand,
I can look close in the mirror and tell myself I'm a man,
But if my actions are like a child am I really set in my stance

Because I'm honest with myself nothing you say can dare withstand,
To the criticism I've dealt to the boy inside this man,
You can tell me I need help and I'll admit it that is planned,
Because if you can't deal with the voices you can never understand

What it's like to be me, a gentle soul behind the mask,
I've embraced pain so much it's only fair that I crash,
To feel the rush that makes me question if I'm treasure or maybe trash,
Because the more I'm discarded the more I break the glass

To reveal more of myself the secret parts that were seamless,
Always kept in the dark I feel I'm beamless,
The gloom overshadows my light it's quite obscene yes,
So I'm trying to fix every stitch like I'm a seamstress

And manufacture a new me, one that maybe you like,
You don't key in on my wrongs you see what I'm doing right,
I no longer will stay in darkness I'll finally see the light,
Yet still be an unknown to the paradox of your sight.