Who are we really?
When society defines us all?
When we live in a world of lies,
How hard will we take the fall?

Who are we really?
When we let stereotypes cloud our view,
When we let the masks evaporate,
Will we become entirely new?

When the world creates these stereotypes,
To fill in the empty gaps,
They’ve painted in their own shade of color,
But, however, perhaps,

Perhaps I am mistaken,
And we are the stereotypes we see
And we are who society says
And we are what others decree.

Society says that a person,
Is what they look like and what society expects,
They’ve made a mold to mold you,
But I think society neglects,

That you can change your life,
A set your own expectations,
And be your own person,
And make your own declarations.

Who are we really though?
When we know that we can change?
But stick to what seems normal,
Doesn’t that seem strange?

That we can be who we want
And do what we can,
And be who we are,
And no one can say that we can’t.

Who are we really?
When we can’t even be ourselves?
Are we really anything more,
Than dusty, empty, shells?

Who are we really?
When society defines us all?
When we live in a world of lies,
How hard will we take the fall?