Who I am

I look in the mirror and stare at the stranger
Looking back at me

I wonder all too often about Who I Am

Am I the child who sang as soon as I could talk?
Am I the child who survived a drowning?
Am I the child who felt bullied even at home?

Am I the man who gave up on his dreams?
Am I the man who gave away the best things that happened to me?
Am I the man who feels more like waiting to die?
Rather than living before I die

This all leaves me with one longing for an answer

Who I am.