Who Are You

“Who are you?”

Usually a question asked lightly, each time expecting a casual answer. Your tone changes the meaning of the question so slightly, but so much.

“Who are you?”

I don’t know. Who am I?

Should I say

My name

My job

My hometown

But am I really any of these? Are these really what define me?

Who am I?

If I have no job, no home, no name, no age, no hobbies, no life, then who am I?

Am I still myself, or is me defined by impermanent aspects of life deemed important by society?

If I am my identity then why can’t I decide what it is?

Who is the person who gets to define me?

Why isn’t it me?

Who am I, if not just a person? Is that what I say? I’m a person, just like you. I’m human, just like you. I am real, just like you. I swear, with nothing left to define us we are the same.