Who are you.

If it was not for your facade, you would be no one.

No one but a mere spec of human flesh and bones drifting upon the earth.

Like a leaf floats down a stream.

Who are you compared to your superiors.

To your friends and to your family.

Who are you to share your opinions based on what you’ve taken from others.

We have not known of the real you.

You have not known of the real you.

Who are you

And who am I?