It’s hard to find yourself,
If you always reflect your surroundings
Reflecting all that is but you
Blending in wherever you go,
Yet you yearn to stand out.
You are not helped by the mask you have on.
No one knows who you are
It’s never been safe to say that they know you
How can you be known for you, when you don’t even know who you are?
Always living to please people
Although you know people can’t be pleased
Do you even know who you want to be?
Take a journey into your mind
A journey into your heart,
A journey into your soul.
And there you should find yourself at the end of the journey.
Lest its too late…..
—The Resurrection Of Scott Mescudi