Identity, such an interesting word.
It has a meaning, but so many antonyms that will never be heard.
I can't comprehend it, how can something so certain?
So understandable, yet it's such burden?

People lose their minds over who they want to be.
They take quizzes, read books, look over buzzfeed.
They sentence themselves to a lifetime a misery.
Only to be entangled in mindless intricacy.

But for who? For me or for you?
'Cause to be completely honest I don't give a crap what you do.
And for the people that do, that cririque and critize; they don't care about you they just waiting for your demise.
Don't bother with them, just take it from me.
Don't stand in a lake when there's a big vast sea.