Who am I?

Who am I? 

Everyone seems to know 

Who they are, 

Where they want to go. 

But who do I yearn to be? 

Avoiding, averting, 

I steer clear of discussion 

About the future.

For if I join in,

I cower like an abused puppy put out of a home. 

If you watched a movie of my life, 

It would be fair to call me 

A liar, 

A sob story, 

Someone who only wants attention. 

While all those may be true, 

I want to be something different. 

But still you'll find me 

Asking myself

Who am I?