Who am I,
That’s the question,
Who,
Am,
I,
Go on,
Ask it,
I know you want to,

Well maybe the question should be,
What are you?
Where do you come from?
Or even,
What’s your name?
But its not,
Its who are you,
And you’re asking,

But here’s the thing,
I don’t quite know,
I’ve always wondered who I am,
And what I’ll be,
But I’ve never really known,
I would ask you,
But you’re the one asking,
It’s you who’s supposed to not know,
Not me,

For all you know I could be lying to you,
I could say I'm an Astronaut,
Or an Olympic champion,
Maybe even a heavy weight boxer,
But you wouldn’t quite believe that,
Would you,
So I'm going to tell the truth,
At least for now,

I am me,
I mean,
Well,
Aren’t you, you?
What else am I supposed to say,
So yes,
I am me,
I am the name I was given,
And the very essence of that name as well,
Yet I'm also the person that I want to be,
Filled with false hopes and childish dreams,
And of course that deep longing for the sense of freedom,
That comes wrought with strong emotions and strange senses,

I may not like who I am,
Nor the way I’ve been brought up,
The later of which seems to be the case mostly,
But still,
I am me,
And I'm never going to change,
Ever,

So now I’ve told you about myself as vaguely as possible,
A feat which I'm quite proud of actually,
Let us turn to the real question,
Because of course,
If you’re asking me who I am,
Its unlikely I'm going to know who you are,
Plus it’s the polite thing to do,
But mainly it’s just because I'm just down right nosy,

So there it is,
The big question,
The one that makes you think about your roots,

Who are you?