Who Is I

PART 1 The questions are following me They follow me like my shadow, they couse sleepless nights for me. you know why? because i do not knw who is I. The confusion about i is growing daily Drepresion and stress has became my friend, i mean they found a field or ground to me, yes they are messing with my head. All because i do not know who is I. Even my mother herself, The woman who gave birth to me, The lady who carried me for nine months could not even say a word about me, she never had guts to tell me. Even in her last day on earth she couldn`t, instead she wrote on her pillow case tellimg me who am I.