Because when you sit me down and say 
"hey, what are your likes and dislikes"
I couldn't tell you 
and when you say 
"Tell me something about yourself"
I fumble around in my mind 
Like I'm writing an essay 
On the person I had 17 years to create
And I left it until the final day 
Of submission 
And you're staring at me like I should
Know what to say 
As though I should be able 
To write 
Page after page
On 
Who
I 
Am
And I don't
To me I am
My 4am breakdowns
And my fits of rage 
And my manic states that say 
"hey, let's go shoot up heroin,
On nothing but a whim 
And ruin our lives"
That's me
That's who I am
Is that what you want
To hear? 
That most days
I feel like I skipped the class
Where you learn
how to be
And everyone is ahead of me 
And now I have to think quick 
Because you're asking
Who I am and I say, 
After the longest pause to think
That you may have ever seen: 
I Don't Know