Identity

Who are you
With your hair cut short,
eyes outlined in black?
Who are you
With your band t-shirt,
skinny jeans intact?
Who are you
With that razor in your hand,
and your pretty scars to match?
Who are you
Living in someone else's home,
doing your best to not feel so alone?
Who are you
Faking that damned smile,
just to get through the day?
Who are you
Bastard, fatherless child?
Who are you?
I'm looking in the mirror,
asking, "Who are you?"
Because all I really want
is to know
me.