I feel I’m out of place
I guess I’m running out of space
To flex my conscious muscles
Why do I have to tussle
With egos and insecurities
Making me portray an image
Changing like a chameleon
Living life as a gimmick
Can you really understand
This shell that they call a man
Personalities flip
And slip through mental quicksand
So conscious I must remain
Never once losing sight
A distinctive dazzling demeanor
Just hold me up to the light
