Who?

Who am I? Ask them for they all seem to know. I’m the girl who accepts, who swims with the flow never wanting to upset the status quo - ask them, if you really must know. Who are you? Ask them, they will give you a name. You’re the one who’s afraid to get singed by the flame and you can’t see that life is just part of the game - ask them, they will tell you the same. Who are we? Ask God, whoever He be. We’re the ones who define His identity. He is nothing, unless the world chooses to see - even then there is no guarantee Who are they? Ask yourself, can we identify with opinions they give at the blink of an eye? They are nothing unless the world chooses to buy what they’re selling when they present "I". Who am I? I'm the one who sees truths you don't see for it's I who defines your reality.