An Identity Crisis. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Hey there are you close, or are you ghost?
So alone, a dogs life of nawing on a really old bone.
Content, or ready to re-invent the story told.
Too shy, or ready to speak with words so bold.
Oh who am I, who am I?
An exhabitionist, or ashamed of the body I hide?
Ready go all in, or ready to run at moment notice?
Emotions swirl.
Picturing the perfect pearl.
Oh who am I, oh who am I?
Elevated by a single simple compliment, or annoyed that no matter what you say it didn't go far enough?
Socially accepted, or absolutely rejected?
Sitting pretty, or a hot anxious mess?
Able to forgive and forget, or hold a grudge like a debt.
Who am I, oh who am I?
An identity in crisis.
Able to confess my failures, or able to lie my way straight into success.
Dealing with all the bottled up stress, or blowing up in every which direction?
Satisfied with what I have, or an unending desire for more?
Who am I, oh who am I?
The person I want to be, or
A closet case in desperate need?
Searching for the beautiful scenery, or satisfied with that which sits right in front of me?
I am in truth an unanswered question to purpose, and life.
And if I only knew what it met.
But instead the words continue to repeat, who am I, oh who am I.
How do I determine if this is a victory or defeat?