So far my life’s been pretty good
I have a lot of friends
I live in a nice neighborhood
It’s hard to miss these things even without a lens

But as I grow older
I’ve realized a fixated question
One that hit me like a boulder
This is my situation

“Who am I?”
That is the query
And I can’t lie
It makes me worry

I know my name
I know my age
I don’t know this game
I can’t turn the next page

A few weeks have passed
I’ve realized I overthink
I thought I was an outcast
But I’ve just been out of sync

My dad used to be insecure
So it’s in the genes
His parents weren’t as pure
So this is something asked by all teens?

My parents are good and kind
People like me for who I am
So why am I blind?
Is the answer in a traffic jam?

My dad said he stopped caring
And now he has a lot of confidence
My low self-esteem is tearing
Wait. 2 lines ago is my answer’s evidence

I’ve turned the page
I’ve ended this stage

I feel more confident
This has become evident

While these truths have been delivered
Only part of the question has been answered

I don’t fully understand the question
Maybe I do know and I’m not paying attention

I guess time will tell me
The rest of the answer to my plea

After all,
I still have my whole life to figure out me