The Real You

When I was younger, I seemed to separate life into two categories. Me and one and everyone else and the other. And guess which of the two categories I assumed had it all figured out? In my mind, I was the only one who didn't know. All those other people though, they not only had plans, they had the right plans. They knew the right details, but I didn't. So in my head, me being right required, I necessarily look to them. If there exists an established correct path, that must be where I steer the ship. The world it needs you. But it needs the real you, not the one with the mask looking to blend in.