Who Am I?

Sometimes I just don't understand who I am inside.
It's so hard to runaway from the questions
That I really want to hide.

But the answer always stares blankly right at me,
But because of all the doubting,
It's almost impossible to see.

And I ask myself just about everyday,
"Will I ever find away?"
"Will I find the words to say?"

"Who am I?",
I always cry.
When will life ever let me get by?

'Cause I feel Like it never will end,
This question, that keeps playing in my head.