Forgetting who I am.
The mirror's shattered.
My ego's straining.
Skin starts to shed.
No place for me.
The world won't accept what I want to be,
so do I hide or do I change?
My whole life is a forked road,
Wouldn't it be nice if we could just be kids forever?
Rebel without a cause,
still I march on.
my tug of war.
Driving forward with the brakes on
feeling myself splitting in half.
Ink and paper fight each other;
past and future ripping me apart.