You ask me the question who am I?

Well I guess I should start with my name.

But my name is in essence just a series of letters, Surely that won’t be met with acclaim.

So what does my name represent?

What is it that makes up my being?

When I live each moment of this life I am given, What is it that people are seeing?

I guess firstly they see my outside: My height, my size, my hairstyle, The colour of my eyes and the tone of my skin, And the whiteness of my smile.

But soon after that initial impression, My soul will start to shine through.

The things I do and the words I speak Will start to define that ‘who’.

So the real question is what’s in my soul, What are the parameters of ‘me’?And can who I am be labelled that way,

Or is it supposed to be free? Free from description and definition and such,

Free from analytical ID.

Free to pursue my goals and my dreams Without needing to ask, ‘Is that me?’