Enigma

I'd like to say I'm confident.

I'd like to say I'm intelligent.

I'd like to say I'm witty.

I'd like to say I'm talented.

I'd like to say I'm mature.

I'd like to say I'm wise.

My dad would like me to say I'm responsible.

I'd like to say many things.





I'd like to--but none of it would be true.
Don't get me wrong. That'd be totally sick if it were.

But I'm am none of these things.
Sure I'd like to be perceived that way, to emanate all of that as part of my natural being, but it would all be an illusion.

It's all just a mask.
Behind the smoke and the mirrors, the charade put forth in search of public acceptance, I'm really just another lost person looking for an identity.

But honestly,

aren't we all?


Confronted by the question : [Who are you?]
You'd probably answer that with your name, occupation, and possibly various titles and accomplishments.
And yet they're just meaningless words, holding up the structure of society, but at the end of the day worth nothing.

It's the one question that quite possibly might never be answered.
Because identity is what people spend their entire lives searching for.