Who am me?

Me
Who am me?
Does that make sense? It's who am i...
I try, try, to be in that crowd.
Losing myself of what i am.
Can't think more or less where i belong.
It's not easy showing yourself out to the world.
The clothes, the make-up, the physical appearance.
But wait, I just thought to myself; all this became a sign of the American mentality.
Was i like this before? Did i care who i was, or what to become?
Fuck this and Fuck that; where those the kind of words coming out of my mouth before?
Making myself realize that what am i now that i wasn't before changes it more than you know.
Can't help it; can't help but think im turning out to be a big bitch!
When i step out of my doorstep, im a whole new person.
But when you see me as the real me....you won't know what to say.
Im tired of living the lies, i just want to be me.
Well if that doesn't work out, then we'll just have to see.