Am I a person? Or am I a thought?
am I a feeling in someones else’s chest?
Or am I a dream in someone’s head?
Maybe I am the nightmare and a child’s fear
Or even better I may not even exist at all
And this is all an illusion
Can this be true?
What am I, really?
Why can’t we know our purpose
Why do we need to live this life
Without really knowing what to do other than becoming a wife?
Honestly I don’t believe in this fairy tail
that we are born just to marry and die some other day
Why does people just fall for this lie?
Why do we need to keep this until I start to cry?
I don’t want to live a life like this
I feel so lost that I may not reach the finish line
Am I the only one? But what am I, really?