Who am I?
This is what thaunts me more often than not.
Am I what I used to think of myself?
Or what others think of me?
Whether it's what I'm destined to be
Or not to be
Is it like what the world fancy about me
Or else my experiences about the world
I know not what I am
Neither know what I am not
But I like to be still who I am
Being and becoming just what I am