Who am I?

I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing
grazing with feigned innocence
amongst the herd.

Who am I?

I am an individual.
I am.  
Don’t tell me otherwise.
My costume is coming unraveled.

Who am I?
The weight
of the wool
(that has fallen over so many
a sheep’s eyes)
of culture
of society
rests heavily upon
my back.

How many layers
of Kardashian scandal
must I tear through
to be
myself?

Who am I?

I just don’t know anymore.

Who are you?