Sometimes I wonder who I am
And what defines me
It’s not in the sandwich made of ham
Or the food that I see

It’s not in my style of clothes
Or in the way I dress
Not based on my favorite TV Shows
Or how bad I am at chess

But I believe now that it’s inside me
The little voice in my head
That tells me who to be
And what to dread

It’s my personality that describes who I am
My actions are what show
But sometimes my thoughts clog my mind like a dam
So I can’t let my opinion flow

Except when this event occurs
I know that there is one person I can trust
And I don’t need to be driven by chauffeurs
Because you are already here shinning with lust

Thus what is it that makes me who I am
Well I guess I could say you
You helped me a lot, especially with that exam
So I thank you, there is no moment I will ever rue