I hear words
and praises others employ
but I don't believe the words
nor the praises do I enjoy
All the different persons
inside my head
none are complete
all lack some final thread
I question myself
and all that I do
which me is me
the one that is true
Where do I stand
in this life I live
what am I made of
what can I give
If I don't know who I am
I don't know what I can be
I can only search alone
for the person who is me