Who am I?

Am I the stranger who seeks freedom, in the lone nights at the streets?
Am I the person who is described by their shadow?
Like the moon, who seeks light to be seen.
Or Am I the person who rejoices,
with every tender touch from puppies? 

Am I the cold person, 
who ignores just so you don't repeat?
who just dreams about drifting through the meadow?
And claiming that not a those who are lost are alone as the reason.

Am I the person who is trusted upon to handle eggs?
Am I the person who can soulfully connect to music,
Like its the blood running through my veins.
Am I the person who'll talk to anyone,
No matter their side effects?

Am I the person,
who has many ambitions but lack of execution?
who'll take the crossroad rather than the lane?
Who stutters while making conversation?

Am I what they say down to Earth,
If I can play football in the dirt?
Am I that one sock I end up wearing by daylight,
Or am I that lost sock that wandered around at night?
Am I the person who forgets what's worth? 

Am I the person who'll catch your tears,
And teach you to embrace your fears?
Am I the shoulder you're looking for?
Am I the person who doesn't want to grow?

Am I the person who can make your heart skip a beat?
Am I the friend you look up to and smile just for any bloody reason?
Am I good enough to even be loved?
Or Am I the person who you'll smile at whenever or wherever we meet?

Who am I?
Under the breath, Its still murmured.
Its a question still not answered,
Its an unknown lie.

"There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything.
...I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I knew I deserved this." -Brian Krans