Identity its a funny thing isnt it
No one really knows for sure the definition
Is it who we are
What others think we are
Or who we strive to become
Is it our ideas and thoughts memories and expericences
Or the smiles we give to those walking down the street
No one really keeps the same identity for long
Always Shifting and changing
Sometimes we run from it and other times towards it
The world tries to shape it and so do we
But the only real question that needs to be answered is
who am i to me?