Who Are You --- Not For Contest

As the hourglass gets filled with sand, they take time to ask me who I am, but who are YOU? to ask such a question... Did I invite you into my world, with bright pink signs pointing to my direction? >>>> OVER HERE! INSANITY BY THE BUCKET! <<<< BUY ONE GET ONE FREE (what a steal) Is that the way you feel? Am I just a novelty for your ogling eyes? (well judging by my pretty face --- I'm not surprised) But there is such a thing as common courtesy, though considering your modernity I doubt you even know how to do a curtsy with your LOLing to the moon and back *deletes evidence of acronyms in a flash* ...... getting back (ahem) to the point. I really ought to stop while I'm behind before people start questioning my modesty (are my metaphors too revealing?) GOOD one! (yup ... I'm stealing!) And before things go from bad to worst you really ought to knock first, catching me in poetic undress (how embarrassing when people see your haiku aaa-HA!) And did I say you can come in? (slick intruder that you are with feline finesse) I should be downright insulted by your nonchalance to rifle through my cranium, feather duster in hand, taking advice from the motel maid (don't try to hide it) We all know you can't get enough of it, so what's the big deal? (are you still reading this ... FOR REAL?) Wow! What a champ! Do you want a golden stamp? (the universal postal service is outrageous anything past Mars is too far) Now what rhymes with far? Bar, Car, Star, ... OOOO CZAR (bet THAT hasn't been done before) Are you having fun yet, just like a kid in a candy store? Are you addicted yet ... do you crave more? Thinking of the best way to rot your teeth to the core? (pick your poison peeping tom) ... wide open eyes through the crack in the door, getting looksies at my under lying meaning. Sometimes I get tired of your probing! Your seeing of things never meant to be known, your x-ray vision analyzing my bones. I suppose it can't be helped though, it's just how it goes, you know? I never meant it to go this far ... a handful of lines was all I asked! Now look at the poetic aftermath. This is how it is in a world full of noise, if I didn't want you to hear my voice, weeell (perhaps I ought to reconsider my career choice) NOTE: I thought it was fitting to add a picture of me given the subject matter.