What makes us who we are?
Is it the outward appearance?
Is it the display for the rest — varying in ways that are specifically crafted for each one we meet?
Is it the talk and the walk — the good show we can knock out of the park?
Is it the experience? The knocks? The comforts of love found within the moments of our limited times?
Is it your selfish way of competing with the world? With yourself?
Is it solely the scars that you arrange your whole life around while that world outside has joy to share? Is that pain the center of you?
Is it the emotion that drives you over the edges? Those feelings — causing you to get lost within your light or darkness?
Is it what and who lies beneath the surface?
Is it God? Is it what He is? Is it, really?
What makes you who you are?