I Am Who?

Am i a product of my environment? 
If so how do i escape all i ever known.
The trenches, the ghetto, whatever you wanna call it.

Who am i?

Lately i been questioning the man in the mirror. 
Letting society mold me is one of my biggest fears.
A generation of living to please the world. 
Will i fit in or stand out?
Whatever i am just make sure i never have my hand out.

Who am i?

Bet you missed when i hopeless and homeless. 
Now those smiles arent genuine you thought i wouldn't notice.
Its amazing how people can be happy when you're down and sad when you're up. 
Been friendless lately and i think its time to give up. 
Born alone, live alone, die alone. 
If its God's Plan who am I to ruin it.