Identity

Identity of  I  The thought that made me contemplate who ever I'd see The vision was blur but yet made me instigate whatever I dreamed  To my friends and relatives who eventually see the truth in me By definition there's more to it, made me question did it really describe me Not really, see I'm a loner Do I smoke? Maybe let my mind drain but doesn't make me a stoner Lost inside depths of a monster that surfaces as I grow older But just as I'm older, Me, Myself and I bond closer Despite the struggle and way past the rumors and disses I stay strong postponing the thought of braking into a million pieces  The idea of hope banished all fears in which many rely All my time invested in questions asking who am I?   But really the question is... Who are you?