who am i?

it came to me
like it may come to you
a question burning like fire,
    a question that needed an answer.
who am i?

i could have told you long ago
   who I was,
but that was false, a lie.
a lie or two I told myself
   with wrath and hatred behind them
but who i am
   is not much more
than what you see before you.
a man with glasses,
      five foot ten
imperfect in all his actions
working hard to be someone else

until the day i came to realize
that who i am
was something...someone worth being.
i am alive and breathing
              feeling striving being
who i am
is good to be
nothing great about me
but the heart that beats within
beats
      passion caring love
it beats out beats of humanity
and that is something worth having
that is someone worth being.

who am i?

know me
and find out for yourself.