Identity

If you could run away and become someone else,
If you could replace your skin with dye,
And turn into truth any lie,
Who would you be?
Which person would you choose?
Which one would you shed like an old skin,
Someone you never truly loved and were always eager to lose?
Would you learn how to love,
Above all else,
You own self?
Would you give up,
Trying to see,
The world through everyone else’s perspectives?
Would you give in and laugh,
Would you break down and cry?
Would you tell that person you like,
That they make you smile?
Would you run and run and run till your feet bled,
And then run away again,
Not from your problems,
But from the façade you have become?
Would you shed all lies,
Like an old skin,
Would you, if given the chance, rise?
Rise from the ashes of the person you were,
Perhaps the one you were destined to be,
And become someone new,
Someone unyielding,
Some that you needed to be?
Would you?