Who Am I?

Who am I?

Am I good Am I bad?
Am I virtuous, Am I evil?
Am I the host or the parasite?
Am I divine or the devil?

 I wonder, I ponder
I think harder than one would guess
I bang my head against the wall
Still no sign of success

 Am I what everyone sees me like?
Or am I, who I myself think I am?
The conflict of identity so profound
I'm subjugate and confusion reigns supreme

 Then one day I strike gold
When I was by an acquaintance told
Hey! what's up? you're so stressed
For weeks now, you look lost and perplexed

 Oh! wait a minute, How does he know?
And all of a sudden wisdom dawns on me
I realize- I reflect precisely
Of what is cooking inside me

 And it all becomes clear
I am just what grows inside my mind
I am the most virtuous when I think pure
I am the most devious when I think evil
I am the weakest when fear strikes my thoughts
I am the most strong when I think- Yes, I can

 I am the most beautiful when I love
I am the ugliest when I hate
It is for me to choose
I am the master of my fate