The Identity Questions Poem by Casey Lyon

Every day, I ponder on who I really am.
Every hour, minute, second of the day that goes by,
Without knowing who I really am inside.
Who am I as a person, I’ll never know.
I ask myself these questions everyday...

I’d like to say I’m a person who’s compassionate.
I want to say I know right from wrong all the time.
Every day, I hope I gave out the right advice to friends.
But I don’t really know…

I know that I'm a deaf person.
I love knowing sign language.
I'm proud of where I come from and which cultures I'm from.
I’m proud that I come from a mutt family.
But is there more to myself other than deafness and being proud of my culture?

My frizzy, curly blond hair owns me.
But my beautiful balanced white to tan skin outshines me.
I love being in different styles every day.
What else is there other than that?

I still don’t know who I really am on the inside.
And I still won’t unless I find the answers to all of my questions.
Even if it’s after death, I’ll still ask those questions to myself.