I have put on so many faces.
Sometimes I wonder which one is really mine.
Is it the one that shows my days are brighter than sunshine?
Or, is it the one that says there is nothing left?
Just get to the bottom of every bottle of wine,
or maybe it is the brave one that proves
everything is peachy and fine.
Am I the one who screams in frustration,
or the one who masks every emotion?
I don’t remember who I used to be;
I don’t remember who I am meant to be.
I promise I am not an imposter,
but my heart as a master is a disaster.
I can go on forever; yes, I can,
but you might not understand.
I know I had it rough,
but tell me when you had enough.