Idea of Identity

Am I real? Am I crazy, shy? Am I smart, weird, ugly, snarky? Am I nice, patient, a good friend, bad. A suck up, a tattle, a klutz, a loser. Who am I? I am a perception. An idea formed on limited knowledge and interaction. Who I am is not for you to know. Who I am does not concern you. You will see what you want to see, always. I don't blame you. It is not your fault. Still, I am an idea, a perception but not.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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