I wake up every morning thinking about what peronality
im going to use today.
Thinking of when Im trying to be myelf there not paying attention
but when im not myself there all ears.
Why do they like other personalitys
becaue im tired of changing them.
Evry second of the day why change
when you just wishing that
you were yourself and your way dont go the way you tought.
Thinking to yourself what am i going to do with this messed up life with these screwed m up people with no ones shoulder to cry on.
So now I got to go and ee who im going to be today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem