Affected

Who am I?

Yeah, “I’m a child of God”- I know, I know…

But, I mean, speaking temporally, who am I

Really?

What am I made of?

What am I known for?

What does reflection tell about that likeness I parallel?

I am a fraud.

I have learned how to mimic the talents of the great musicians. How

To paraphrase the intellect of the gifted. How

To convey the humility of the meek. How

To emulate the empathy of the understanding. How

To feign the optimism of the romantic, the

Acceptance of the tolerant, the

Grace of the charitable.

Stripped of all the influences that shape my being, my composition is deprived of any genuinely “original” matter.

But, who among us can elude this paradox?

The substance of the human mind is constantly being molded by the wits and whims of our peers, our idols, our enemies even…

So,

 Is it possible to patent character?

Who am I?

Really,

Who am I not?