Who are you? When I was asked that question, I quickly stated my name. But she smiled and asked the same question again, I was about to answer the same thing again, but I was stuck, That's when I realized its depth. Who am I? Apart from the name that I barely use, Because I can't even call myself, Apart from the job I have, Which would not miss me when I'm gone. That's when I realized, The silence in my mind said it all. I can't even lie about who I am, Because I felt that I don't even have that answer for myself.