Introspection

Crawling under my skin, A question itches at my beating heart. Making it's presence known, My heart beats faster and faster. Consciousness of the answer prompts me to wonder, Why ask it in the first place? Consciousness of the answer, Is what raises my heart beat in the first place. We all want to believe that what we do makes a difference, That in some way, shape, or form we are really worth something. That we're involved in something greater than ourselves. I fear I know the answer to the question that burns inside me, But I will ask it anyway. Am I a good person?