The Wannabe

You don't know who you are, 
You only know who you wannabe. 
You want to think great thoughts, 
But they've all been thought before. 

And say great things,
But it's all been said before. 
You want to be original, 
But it's all been done before. 

You want the world to love you,
But you don't even love yourself, 
When you look in the mirror 
Who do you see ? 

Is it who you are,
Looking back at you ? 
Or who you wannabe ? 
So what is left for you ? 

To think ?   
To say ?  
To do ? 

Except to only be yourself, 
To be you.   
To be true. Look again and try to see, 
You.   

And not a wannabe.