Don't Kid Yourself, You Got Nothing Together

Who are you?
And, why do I, feel like I know you?

Your clothes seem to always change and reflect, with your current outlook of your attitude.
As well as, they way your actions portray themselves.

You act like an act, as if being real with thy life.
And you truly want to and have up until recent times, but now, sadly you are not.
You aren't even real with thy self.
You have become a shame and I liar to the one staring back at you... Yourself.

It saddens me to see you like this, when I know the real you.
It, would be nice to...
I, would like to speak you with you once again.
For you are not you and what we do, is not talking.
it is a collision of mindless empty words, spilling from our half trying mouths.

I, am, I am, a maddened, insane, mental case of emotions.
I, am, I am, thinking out and in of the box, that humanity so foolishly built up, all the time.
But I, don't act a part, in this place we call life and reality.
I bow and humble myself, for I am, me and me, am I.
If inclined, they are and they feel they must beat me for not being as them... Then let them beat me, for I am me and me is I alone.

I live, as whom I am,
I take each day and try to be happy with what I am, as I, deal with my problems.
In the everyday living, I go about just being me.

Please! Shed your costume and mask.
Reveal your true self, whom is you.