Who Am I

There are multiple's of me,

and though they have similarities, I don't know who is real.

There is an infinite amount of other's who don't know 'me for me'

And I'm just another number,

guessing and picking,

Tearing and building at myself,

trying to find the spark of red in a sea of green.

Trying to please other's along with my own being,

hoping to be what the figures want and my own wishes.

So when asked who I am,

I wish to know how they see me,

before I sink my self deeper,

And end up lost in a bleak darkness,

Lost and always searching.