Identity Theft

I'm still a kid

Searching for who I am

I can't be who you want me to be.

Sorry.

In between being what you want me to be

And what they want me to be

How am I supposed to know what I want to be?

Tell me.

I'm so busy being what Mom wants me to be.

What Dad wants me to be.

What my friends want me to be.

Can't I take a break and figure out who I want to be?

You make me out to be a princess.

But that's not what I want to be.

You tell me I'm you're princess, but what you say is just words.

I can't hold on to you. You'll just let go.

And I'll keep on living.

But my dreams will be broken.

And on the inside?

I'll be dead.

You ask me to stereotype myself.

What?

Are you an EMO? Really?

I thought you were more GOTH?

You don't seriously think you're a PREP, right?

Come on, you're not exactly the BAD GIRL, what with the straight A's.

Green hair? You must be PUNK.

But please.

I ask you not to comment on what I look like, or how I behave.

You don't really know who I am.

On the inside.

Talk to me, and then maybe you'll find out, that really,

I'm just me.

I can't be who you want me to be.

I won't be who you want me to be.

I can only be who I am, and that's me.

So just leave me be.