Who am I?
Looking up to becoming a better person, but I never see things working out as planned.

I see myself losing my mum, I see myself watching my dad cry, I see myself breaking apart from my sisters, I see myself still believing in “Dreams come true”, I see myself hustling, struggling and hoping I will be better than this, I see myself in this new world full of monsters,
I see myself more depressed and confused, I see myself all alone in tears, I see myself dead.
I see myself asking now “Will I ever be better than this?” Before it’s late.
I see myself asking, “who am I?”

Really? I prefer to leave that up to the observer, because I will never finish answering that.