Who am I?
I ask myself this question
And sometimes
The answer surprises me...

I am the person
That is always at your back
And at your side
Who you can always count on
To love you
I am the person
Who cries when I do anything wrong
Because I want to be perfect
But I fall so short
I am the person
Who slaps you across the face
When you say hurtful, mean things
About yourself
But then kisses the tears away
And begs to be forgiven
I am the person
Who is supposed to be so smart
But really knows so little
I am the person
Who would gladly take the pain
Away from you
And bear it myself
Just to give you a break
I am the person
Who never asks for help
Until my life is shattered
And I sit on the floor and hopelessly try
To gather the pieces back together
I am the person
Who wishes there was a pill
That could take away feelings
So that I wouldn't hurt so bad inside
I am the person
Who can make you laugh
When you find out your mom has cancer
And your dad doesn't even know when you aren't home for days
And your boyfriend breaks up with you
After you gave him your heart
But who also cries
All night long
Because I can't fix it all for you
I am the person
Who can look at a box of rice
And start to laugh hysterically
Until you have to join in
I am the person
Who calls you on the phone
Just to ask if you are wearing socks
I am the person
Who listens to Johnny Cash
At least five times a week
Because he is amazing
I am the person
Who is so honest
It hurts sometimes
I am the person
Who sings all the time
Although it's never in tune
Or on the right key
And it has probably made some people go deaf
I am the person
Who can sit for hours
Just thinking
About nothing at all

I guess
I am just me.