Who am I?
What am I?
Am I who I say I am?
Maybe I'm someone I don't even know,
Maybe I'm just a product of society,
Taught how to think and act by everyone else,
Or maybe it's just me,
Thrown out into sea,
A sea of culture and adaptations,
Mixing them together to create who I am.
Maybe I'm slowly figuring out who I am,
Year after year delving into my soul,
Sorting every thought and emotion,
Like a huge file drawer,
Full of papers,
Of experience.
Or I'm no one yet,
I'm slowly evolving into someone,
Becoming someone who thinks,
Loves,
Feels emotion,
Lives.
So it stays a question,
Who am I?
Steven Krauss-Akins ©2015
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