"Who am I?"

The question of who a person is isn't something uncommon.

It's not. It's a regular in the bar of confusion, that only feelings of failure can summon.

The question "Who am I?" Is not only for children, nor teenagers.

It dances along the minds of a lot of different people, not jus to the young ones. It happens to all who aren't courageous.

"Who am I?"

Am I just a fly

on the wall?

Something to mock for you all?

"Who am I?" Comes from loneliness.

From that mess

That we call our brains, from supposed friends

Who were supposed to be there to the end...

"Who

Am

I?"

Is not something that floats into our minds through our own free will.

"Who am I?" Is planted into your head, swallowed by you

Like a pill.

Instead of asking, "Who am I?"

ask, "Who are my friends?"

And you'll know