Questions

What defines me?
Is it me?
Is it you?
What I’ve done?
Or haven’t?
My job?
My family?
Maybe my friends?

Through your eyes you define me
Is that right?
You don’t even know me
But you think you do
My clothes?
My skin?
My age?

Young or old
Which version of me is correct?
Do my actions as a boy never leave?
Or do my actions as a man forgive?

All my different guises
Through many different eyes
There is only one that matters
And that is mine