Who Is Me

Who is he? Who is She? Who is me? Questions so easily asked, but often frail and weak. Today i was asked who am I and why? I had no answer as my brain crashed and my mind fried. Well you see I am me, Simply put i'm what you see. I am so unique it would be an insult to label so frivolously Reputation is something we work on till the day we die. To expect me to explain when my actions speak aloud is a crime. I suppose if i were to explain myself in order to entertain. I'd keep my answer short simple and plain. With my mind fried and an answer made harder than needed to be Quietly i mutter I am my actions and the rest is a mystery. Who am I, and what makes me, Me? Well dont ask me, just watch and observe carefully.