Who are you?
Shy?
Brave?
Religous?
Homosexual?
Perhaps spirted?

What have you been called?
Smart?
Geeky?
Cute?
Player?
****?

Who do you want to be?
A sister?
A solider?
A friend?
A doctor?
A parent?

There are so many things that define you
That make you who you are
Why let other tell you who you are?

Do the things they call you make you happy?
Are they true?

You may be thinking;
Who is she to be asking me this?
There's the fun part
I dont know

I myself am still defining who I am
Just like you

With every action
Every word
And every moments that passes by
We work on defining who we are
And who we want to be

So I will ask just one more time
And I beg you to think
Who are you?