Born: Identity

I’m not me
I is he
His actions are my reflection
I stir in his direction
If I is you
And you’s a fool
Then I’m the fool that lose
The most
I is, is who you are
From dirty clothes to busted cars
I’m the gas that consumes your ass
Ready to die
Lost: she cries.
Who am I, if I am he
Thought I would never not be a she
Until she opened herself to he
She once had identity
If she is I,
But I am you,
Then someone’s left with out a clue
Of who she is
That walks with he
A reflection of nothing. Plain. Empty.
If she can breathe
I’ll take her hand
Tell her she is more than just a man
If I am you
And you are me
Let’s hold hands
And set her free
I am you
You are me
Together forever: we.