Well, me?

I wonder where is that one destination that I am heading to.

But I know I am heading to somewhere.

I hardly know what I want,

nor understand myself since the very first day.

One day, 

I can tell them who I really am.

The other day,

I'll just be the person they want me to be.

But deep inside,

I know there's something holding me back.

To tell what I feel.

To dream what I wish.

To be what I want to be.

Guess that's pretty much about me.

Nothing extraordinary.