we're are nice people

I'm really tired...

I'm half of the person my mother wanted me to be.
I'm half of the person my father wanted me to be.
I'm not even the person I wanted to be.

I'm now the person that my sister likes to communicate with.
I'm now the person that my brother likes to be with.
And I kind of like that person my siblings are with.

I'm really tired...

Those feelings came back and hunt me...
To be sure that you know what I'm saying,
I'll translate as I go along...