Who Am I? Poem by Brady Morrison

I'm being told to find who I am.
But what excatly does that mean?
I know what I like and what I like to do, isn't that enough?

I enjoy spending my free time with the people I care about the most in my whole world
When I can't do that I find myself often bored, but I find ways to entertain myself.

I help people, probably more than I should because I became addicited to it. I enjoyed the feeling it gave me when I had helped them.
I'm being told now that this isn't right. That I should keep to myself, but that isn't right either is it?

So If I can't do what I like and can't be who I like, than who am I?
Am I this person that other people want me to be, have they gone as far to shape me into something that I'm not comfortable being?
Has it gotten to the point that I feel like I don't understand myself anymore?
When did this start?
When will it end?

I ask myself everyday now, who am I?
And I make the same mistakes day to day.
Mistakes that make me wish I were dead, by telling those people I care for so much to just leave me, walk out of my life... when in all honesty I don't mean it, its just anger.

So who is this person I'm becoming?
What ever it is, it scares me, I'm not ready for this, not yet.