Who Am I, What Am I

Often asked "Who am I?"
A voice in one's head asks "Why the consern?"
"You could do what you like, right?"
The question, now considered, burned.
Now becomes "What am I?"
A voices says, "Why, why do you fight?"
"Why your mind so tight?"
"Formed by your own questions."
"I pop out of no where like an illusion."
"You, who ask your being about your own confusion."
Is it a mental delusion?
Or are you just hungry for an audience?

After being silent for so long, you feel your soul. Bounce.
Now that inner feeling is making your heart pounce.
Racing, running. You feel your soul leaving your body.
It detaches it self, then looks at you. Furiously.
"I don't wanna be with somebody who is confused."
"I'd rather return to he who I am from, unconfused."
You stand there, lifeless. Motionless.
In your mind, it starts to rain heavily.
You're still there, motionless, nonetheless.

You look down at the puddle of water.
The reflection stares back at you.
You hear, "Do not falter. I am here."
You ask, "Are you new? I've never met you."
"Do you know the reason?" It asks.
You shake you head, and your legs fall.
Thats when it hits you like a falling doll.
"You are what you are."