I cannot see myself
Yet I can see others
I know who I am
By thought of mind

So who am I?

I look in the mirror
I see a repeated vision
That always changes
So how can I believe that is me

So who am I?

When I speak
I hear my sound
Do I mimic words
Or are they my own

So who am I?

I have a birth certificate, social security card
drivers license, that's only picture and paper
It holds no value, only the purchase price

So who am I?

I have a mother and a father, who I cannot relate to
I have aunts and uncles and cousins, family that I do not know
So do they define me

So who am I?

I walk and talk and eat
use the restroom like everyone else
I buy stuff, pay my taxes

So who am I?

They say I am created in Gods image
So I am a God

The say that Satin is one of God children
So am I a Devil

So who am I?

They say that I have evolved from apes
They say that I was a single cell *****
They say Moses set our people free

So who am I?

I know that I am only one

I feel like a ****
I feel that Bae is furious
I feel all I do to her is irk
Yet, it still remain curious

Bae says she is far from livid
She says that she never is mad
At points in time I feel timid
I feel like I've done something bad

But still, I remember the blithe times
Although I get worried, she's cute
And although I feel I commit crimes
I know it's just sarcastic, endearing dispute

And so no one is melancholy
I have no reason to be glum
Because there is no felony
Oh, Bae, why am I so dumb? ;P

Bae, you make me so very joyful
I won't forget you till the end of time
I feel utterly greatful
And I'm sorry I have run out of rhymes

I like you.
Yes, quite a bit I do.

Just about as much as I like the stars,
and quite a bit more than I like cars.

I like you as much as a like the trees,
it's safe to say that you're the bees knees.

I like you more than I like drugs,
and one of my favorite places to be,
is wrapped in one of your hugs.

You called me bae
Do you even know the meaning of that word?
It is not a shortened version of Babe
It stands for Before Anything Else

When you called me bae
I took it as being important and love
To you it was a less attached meaning of babe
I was nothing when you told me I was before anything else

~Why you do dis, Sherlock?
Why you fall in love with Irene Adler??~

I see thousands of galaxies in his calm eyes