Who am i?

That's the question to think.

I can't answer.

I'm simply me.

Now what I am, is a question to be.

For there are many ways to describe me.

Intrapersonal, the thoughts that I have.

The good, the happy, the sad, the bad.

The reasons I think, The reason I am 

Always changing, again and again.

My hypocondria, the thoughts that think.

The endless problems, I create based on me.

Who is me, what are they about?

There are many ways, but how many are allowed?

I can tell you my hobbies, my favorites, my likes?

But does that really allow you to see what i'm about?

I like the color purple and I like Indie- Rock.

But wait, there's a big shock.

4 years ago, when I barely knew me.

I liked heavy metal, and the color green.

As I grow older, I get to know me.

This is a person, i'm loving to see.

The way 'me' learns, the way 'me' thinks.

So ask me again

Just who I am.

Ask who is me.

The only answer I can give you.

Is to wait and see.

Because even I don't know

Who me, will be.