I draw a line with my finger
Through your words on the whiteboard
Their mark on me do linger
So my mind and heart are in discord
The swirls of my fingerprint spell out
Some identity given to me
But I am filled with such doubt
I don't know who I am supposed to be
This is not my silence in the dark
I'm just a guest here
The conclusion is stark
Nothing here is mine, just fear.
