All that jazz

I don’t think you believe me.
I don’t think you should.
Sometimes it just isn’t me,
It’s trying to be someone else,
But that is a part of who I am,
I am a pretender,
I do not know yet which of me
I want to be,
So you may have to wait,
Before you hear something that you really believe,
By then I will have chosen myself,
By then I will have become one of the lies,
The way we all do,
And then it will be fucking raw and true and all that jazz.