The brand of me

I feel lost between who I should be, who I am, and who I was

The funny thing is

They think they know me

Even though sometimes I don’t know myself

They think they know me

Because I wear my heart on my sleeve

But darling, everyone knows there is a lock to every key

Maybe I don’t know who I am

But I know who I’m destined to be

And creation is a nice place to be