Identity

A poem about finding out who you really are.

I forget who I am sometimes
I forget what I want to reach in life
I forget who my real friends are
Yet, it doesn't feel like it's I who mimes

I don't feel fake
Others do with their stuck up attitude
Others pretend to be someone else
And I'm just me, as long as I'm awake

Is it that hard for people to keep their identity?
Is it that hard to ignore what people want you to be?
Is it really that hard?
And is it really that hard to accept me?