I look around to see what defines me,
A book, a paper, some cloths, and movies,
But these things don't really define me,
They define what i want people to see so they don't see into me,
I'm scared of what the world will think if they see me,
If they see the loneliness what will they think,
If they see my dream how will they react,
I know I shouldn't care,
I know their opinion shouldn't mean so much,
But I want to please,
I want to be different but just not yet,
I look around to see what defines me,
But then i realize,
That the only thing that defines me,
Is me.